love, trick

I'm not exactly looking to start something intense, but here's a useful trick that may be more than a trick.
The woman in NYC who devastated me, somewhat, would do this:
look me in the eye and not smile, not frown, or say anything

to the point, one day, I could see the sunny spot the setting sun shining through her pupil made on the back of her eye, her retina. (did I already tell you?)

I showed a woman I met at [. . .] this--once she did this (not easy, the reflex is to laugh, look away), it was as intense. She wanted to love. (or something.)

Use this on whoever, a serious signal, I guess--the foreplay of foreplay that is not play. And what to do with that, I have no idea.

why this now? I don't know--if you're not seeking further madness with me, you may want confidence to do so with others. . . I guess I thought this could help? But you already knew something like this, or more? Probably, as often before, this is from far left field, a misunderstanding, faux pas, fundament of our companionship, accepted, gracefully, forgotten. Bat of an Eye.

peace,
Colin
posting to the blog too [no--only]. Mindful? Companionship vs. friendship? Helping one become the other? Hurting the one? [how tempered with disintensifiers!]