Look at Me
I want to be looked at. And no, I don't mean I want someone to stare at me nor do I wish to be leered at by creepy guys who haven't yet learned that 95% of women don't enjoy being treated like a sexual object. What I want is eye contact. Silent eye contact that could last for hours without creating an awkward separation between me and the other person. I want a connection so deep, it leaves you feeling a little dazed and weak and breathless. I want someone to look at me and see how my face lights up whenever my nieces are around. I want someone to look at me and see the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on. I want someone to look at me, acknowledging my chair and seeing it as a sign of character and strength, not incompetence and something to pity. I want someone who will take me out somewhere and ask if I want to get out of my chair because he knows that my ass isn't glued to the thing and I am perfectly capable of sitting on something else if I so c...