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What happens when women look at men? A traveler&#x27,s perspective on misread signals and the unspoken rules of eye contact. The Staring Game: what happens when women look at men.


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Have you ever noticed how differently men and women experience the simple act of looking at each other? What for one person is innocent curiosity can become, in an instant, a misinterpreted signal or even an unwanted advance. These complex dynamics of looking and being seen have been on my mind lately as I wander through Spain. I've found myself navigating the unspoken rules of the staring game – sometimes amusing, sometimes awkward, always revealing something about how we connect across genders. Of course, not all fleeting connections with strangers are complicated. Some are beautiful moments of shared humanity, like my encounter with a bus driver in Bilbao. These tiny exchanges have become especially treasured as I've found traveling in a motorhome to be not as social as I expected. Maybe because of the wintering? I went exploring through Bilbao recently, choosing to climb upward rather than stay in the city center. I wanted nature and perspective. Coming down from the hill, I experienced a beautiful sunset that painted the river in the city pink - matching the illuminated cloud hovering directly above it. Sunset in Bilbao. On my way home, I spotted a tiny butcher shop with a friendly older man selling meat. I tied Casper to the railing and went in. The man sliced me some bacon for Carbonara (I know, it wasn’t pancetta, but it is Spanish bacon, what could go wrong?), and I bought a huge, long baguette from him. We chatted for a while, as much as my weak Spanish allowed. But I was able to explain that I don't live here long-term, but we've been traveling across Spain since December. I couldn't resist nibbling on the enormous baguette. Casper trotted obediently by my side, something he rarely does on his own, but always when I have food. At the pedestrian crossing, a bus stopped. I was walking across when I noticed the woman behind the wheel. She was beautiful, with long hazelnut-colored hair that reminded me of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Except she was driving a BUS! Not that I doubt Julia could do it. In fact, now I can imagine it would suit her perfectly. It was a very brief interaction, but somehow beautiful. Imagine it from both perspectives. You're a bus driver. You drive, routinely, every day. You see different people, witness many situations, but after some time the drives become repetitive, everyday occurrences. Yet maybe a few moments happen each day that bring a smile to your face. One of those was during a sunset, when you stopped at a red light, and crossing the pedestrian path was a woman with a fox-like dog trotting beside her, unable to take his eyes off the baguette from which the woman was eagerly taking bites as she crossed. A baguette as big as her entire upper body. Then she catches your eye and smiles with her mouth full, notices you laughing at her, waves to you, and continues on. Thanks for reading Still, On The Move! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. From the other side, it looked like this: Pleased with my Spanish conversation with the friendly butcher, I'm heading home with my exhausted dog, who managed to roll in cow sh*t during our walk. Classic. Animal one is still the better option, Casper has worse things in his repertoire. Do you know when baguette tastes the best? When you are carrying it home under your arm, of course. It will never have such value at any other moment. I'm joyfully biting into it when suddenly. well, you know the rest of this really short story. I waved at her, and that interaction made me happy because I know that simply by existing, I brought a smile to a stranger's face. And despite only seeing each other for seconds, a relationship formed between us. It's beautiful to connect with strangers. Even for just a flying moment. They're sitting on a bus, and you're walking down the street. I had to make a picture. And it's not as awkward as what sometimes happens to me, in a car, we stop at a red light, a bus stops next to you, you look over and suddenly, completely unintentionally, lock in eye contact with a stranger who then keeps looking your way longer than you'd like. Yes, the so-called accidental eye contact. What really happens when women look at men? In Madrid, I was in El Retiro Park. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I went on a date with myself. I visited a bookstore, my usual activity when I take myself on a date, and bought my first book in Spanish! It was a very charming bookstore with the same name as the book I chose: Amapolas en Octubre " - or " Poppies in October ." I didn't realize it immediately, but later discovered the book was written by the woman who founded this bookstore! I was entering El Retiro with the book in hand, and by the pond on the steps sat many people, sunbathing, drinking, talking, laughing, and listening to a young man playing flamenco on the guitar. Those really complicated Spanish finger-picking patterns. He had his guitar connected to a speaker. Music extremely interests me, and since I'm learning to play guitar (I'm self-taught with no great ambitions, but I can play songs I want to sing, which is enough for now), and having always been around musicians, it seemed to me that based on how his playing sounded versus how it looked, he wasn't actually playing it all! It was too effortless.













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