Awaken in self-knowledge, for only then can you meet the eyes of another, accept her as an equal, recognize a fellow human walking a destined path. Look at the woman, caress her with your regard, with appreciation for her self, for what she is. Your intent is pure, and this is a reaching across, a subtle almost-touch, a sharing, a joining. The joining of the eyes begins in almost accidental glances, intermittent, the shy but knowing smiles - an almost hesitant conversation in glimpses that recapitulates the ancient children's ritual of peek-a-boo, yet more intensely... and finally, finally (perhaps), comes that painfully delicious moment of recognition when everything snaps into sharp focus.
A warm look can hold the promise of a kiss, and more, much more. But, beware! Crude and untimely gawking may crush and bruise the delicate flower of a woman's private self. An intrusive stare, the "fish eye", peering, probing, clumsy goggling... all these stink of an aggressive, blundering fool. Mark well that sensitivity and a delicate touch are as requisite in this endeavor as in any other involving personal relationships. Mastery of the gentle art of look-touching is one of the keys to the cage of aloneness.
Your eyes will twinkle, return smile for smile, warmth for warmth, to
the woman whose regard you have captured. Words lie, facial expressions
deceive, but the language of the eyes does not lend itself to falsehood.
The eyes speak mutely, but they speak truly.