It was her eyes that caught my attention.
Backpacking across Australia I had come across all-types: hippie stoners, post-grad wannabe intellectuals, free spirit yoga-freaks, frat bros looking for a month-long kegger.
Getting laid wasn’t the primary reason I decided to quit my job and fly across the globe for 6 months, but it certainly was an added bonus. Single for the first time in a while and delightfully rid of any ties or responsibilities, I fucked a blonde German waitress in Sydney, a cute tattoed hipster girl in Melbourne, and a busty Brit in Brisbane.
She was different though. Again…it was the eyes. Sparkling, full of life, spirit-affirming. We made eye contact from across the room. Then again. Then again.
Even in my newfound spirit of recklessness, I’d never been one to just walk across the room and flirt with a stranger. But looking at her from across the room – over the murmer of pointless conversation and generic indie folk and a developing game of beer pong, I knew I had no choice. I needed to talk to her.