A look is an invitation.
Sometimes things go ‘click’ in my head, like last thursday, when by accident I looked into the blue-grey eyes of a goodlooking woman and felt a sort of connection spring over. She looked. I looked.
And then we continued our separate ways. Neither of us gave any indication something had happened, except for that look.
That’s when I realised that a look, any look, is a doorway, an invitation to further communication. They don’t even have to be inviting. Angry looks, despairing looks or even looking away are means of communication that you can use if you want to.
Strange that it took me all this time to realise this.