I’ve never considered myself a very attractive person. I’m not really. I’m nothing special. I have great eyes though, I’m not trying to sound full of myself, but they are, they’re incredible. No one takes the time to look at them though. Except this guy, it was amazing, I thought I was going to die. No, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

My eyes, to me, are like a unique talent. No one else I know has eyes like mine, I mean no one anywhere has eyes the same as anyone else, but my eyes are intense and deep. They’re like liquid. They’re like little globes. Rich Ocean blue with specks of bright green.

Someone once said, they didn’t know if I was looking straight through them or straight into them. I’ve been told I could read someone’s heart and see someone’s soul with my eyes and I’m proud of them, even though they’re usually hidden behind my glasses. If there was a prize for most pride taken in eyes, I’d win no questions asked. If there was a prize for most beautiful eyes I’d have to say I’d win there as well.

So anyway, here’s me all professional like and one guy takes a few seconds to stop what he’s doing, look through my glasses and study my eyes and I turn to jelly. He was speechless too. One minute he’s asking me whether he’ll be able to go home today the next minute he’s blubbering like a fool. I felt sorry for him. I smiled my best smile and nodded. Luckily for me I recovered first and he probably never knew I was stunned at all.