I am captivated by a woman’s eyes.

I think so much can be observed and appreciated just in a woman’s eyes alone. The shape, the color, the natural emotions effortlessly conveyed by a glance— all mystifying and incredible.

I really enjoy taking in a woman’s eyes when we first meet. In my opinion, the first ten seconds you maintain eye contact with someone, something amazing happens. You are receiving some magical information while also involuntarily conveying something intangible. Emotion, compassion, empathy, vulnerability, anger, intelligence, fear, joy, playfulness, and yes- sexuality are conveyed in an instant.

That initial read of a woman’s eyes becomes imprinted and is that against which all my later interactions with her are measured. Is she more fun than she initially seemed? Less compassionate? More intelligent? Even a fleeting glance of the eyes of a woman I pass on the street or am sitting across from on the subway can resonate in my thoughts for hours- sometimes days. Yet this is something I rarely hear from others.

But what excites me the most are unique eyes. My mother has green eyes and my father brown. And what I ended up with are both- brown in the center and green on the outside. I’d always been told they were hazel- until my daughter recently corrected me. She informed me that she and I both have central heterochromia. While I’m still not sure about that, I do enjoy having somewhat unique eyes and get very excited when I meet someone else with unique eyes.

I once dated a woman who claimed her eyes were brown, but you could see the subtlest hint of amber- especially when she was excited. I have a regular client who is a well-known model, and she has what I can only fairly call “space alien” eyes. Freakishly large, her eyes dominate her flawless triangular face. It is no mystery why her face is such a marketable commodity and why it adorns countless magazine covers and advertisements. Her eyes have a magnetic force demanding the attention of all who see them.

When I was in college, I once was shopping in a K-Mart and when I went to pay, the young woman working the register had the most haunting pale greyish-blue eyes. Her eyes were so light colored they almost appeared off-white (almost like something out of a horror movie). Not knowing her at all, I summoned the courage to ask her out, but she politely refused. Nevertheless, I always sought her register out when I shopped at her store- if only to gaze upon her miraculously unique eyes for those few fleeting moments. I think I only saw her twice- but I still remember those eyes today, many years later.

And when I gaze into a woman’s eyes, I am never judging against others. Instead, I am trying to enjoy what is unique about them. Perhaps my dream woman has full heterochromia- two drastically different colored eyes to enjoy and appreciate both independently and together.

I often hear people talking about what parts of a woman they are most attracted to or fixated upon…

Am I the only one transfixed by a woman’s eyes more than anything else?

YoniMaster Rick