From Your Digest Have you ever met someone who you literally could not take your eyes off of? Erik Buchholz Erik Buchholz
From Your Digest
I went to visit my buddy in Europe for a month.
He had a rather horrible girlfriend to whom he was quite devoted.
They took me out with a few of her friends for supper and drinks and one of them was just shockingly good looking (to my tastes). I could not remove my eyes.
During supper, which was informal and on picnic benches (common in this country), I carefully positioned myself side-by-side with her and with someone in the middle so I could not see her but she managed to wind up next to me, again.
My heart rushed every time she bumped into me. We were in tight quarters to that was often. I felt like I had been stricken by lightning. I actually bit my lip to keep from staring at her. Oh, God….
She strongly resembled Faye Dunnaway, like this photo:
Once my buddy, his girlfriend, and I got back to his place, they asked me what I thought of her. I told them that I couldn’t talk to her and I couldn’t stop looking at her.
She had a perfect face and a fetching laugh, and that she intimidated the heck out of me.
(My pal and I had been bouncers and had together fought crowds, skinheads, knives, bottles, all sorts of stuff, so it was funny to be scared of a girl).
His girlfriend was really amused and told me that it is okay, I may talk with her, that she’s nice.
My buddy did not think she was especially attractive and told me I am a moron (which is how we address each other, anyway).
A few days later, her picture appeared in an add for Radler (a German/Austrian drink) in the paper.
“I told you!” I kept telling them. They had apparently forgotten that she’s a (small-time) fashion model, too. Duh.
So, every time her name came up, which was quite often as she was a good friend of the clique and the girlfriend and she got together almost every day, I said, “I need a Radler” and grabbed one from the fridge (I was on vacation so why not).
Almost every day there was an advert or two with her selling Radlers. I guess my visit coincided with an advertising campaign.
Eventually, thank God, she revealed herself to be something of an idiot in a way that particularly annoyed me. Hard to explain but she was being difficult and imposing herself on everybody in a way that I did not like.
I focused on that and it helped me regain control of my brain.
I even had a chance with her one evening, the others deciding that I was meant to spend the night at her place, per her request.
The three had planned to stop there for a last drink and “accidentally” leave me there after the group went out for the evening.
I told them that I came to visit my buddy, not girls (which was transparent bullshit), so I made sure to go back to where I was staying, namely my friend’s place.
Now, 15 years later, I somewhat regret it and somewhat don’t, but I did prove to myself that I can control my own brain, which has served me well in the long run.
Edit: For all of you fussing about Hillary Duff vs. Faye Dunnaway… I can barely tell the difference. They both looked like the gorgeous Austrian girl I could not keep me eyes off of.
I need a Radler.
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