I Chickened @ Eye Chicken
At lunch today there was a stunning girl with red hair showcasing her ample knowledge of sports with her work buddies. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was just awesome from head to toe.
Before long, she caught me looking. Being the bold, confident person she is, she stared right back, not wavering her sight and giving a slight smile. Well, then... I thought. The Game is On!
We engaged in Eye Chicken while talking with our own friends, on a potential conversational collision course. The rule is this: Eventually one of us would have to divert our eyes, or say something. The first person to look away or the second person to say something loses.
We smiled at each other, but I had a feeling that we both knew who would win this one.
I lasted a valiant 10 seconds, but swerved at the last moment before I was forced to conjure up on the spot something halfway witty to say to a complete stranger. At 9.97 seconds, I looked away. :(
I noticed she looked back a few times as she walked away, granting me a parting gift of sorts. Oh well... Sometimes I think there is a part of me that fears success.
Anyway, thanks, Red. You were a worthy Eye Chicken adversary and you made my lunch much more interesting.
Before long, she caught me looking. Being the bold, confident person she is, she stared right back, not wavering her sight and giving a slight smile. Well, then... I thought. The Game is On!
We engaged in Eye Chicken while talking with our own friends, on a potential conversational collision course. The rule is this: Eventually one of us would have to divert our eyes, or say something. The first person to look away or the second person to say something loses.
We smiled at each other, but I had a feeling that we both knew who would win this one.
I lasted a valiant 10 seconds, but swerved at the last moment before I was forced to conjure up on the spot something halfway witty to say to a complete stranger. At 9.97 seconds, I looked away. :(
I noticed she looked back a few times as she walked away, granting me a parting gift of sorts. Oh well... Sometimes I think there is a part of me that fears success.
Anyway, thanks, Red. You were a worthy Eye Chicken adversary and you made my lunch much more interesting.