...and one during which I had to tell myself: It's OK to make eye contact.
I was surprised I had to think that.
I've known people whose eye contact was almost scary, it was so intense. I don't think I have that kind of look, let alone that kind of stare, but I was acting like I did. I know intense eye contact can be scary, can be disconcerting; I don't want to cause that feeling. But I'd overcompensated.
I was talking to someone who's attractive, it's true. I'm lucky to know many people who are attractive, in a wide variety of ways. But I don't want to be a jerk about that, or to take advantage of that. I know I can. I try not to. That whole "ever trying to be a better person" thing: it's a good habit.
Plus a reminder to myself: with too little eye contact, I could possibly have missed cues that any chat was going sideways on us. That didn't happen this time, but it could have.
I paid attention to my eye contact when I visited with people today. Made sure I was doing it in a comfortable way, for me and for whomever I spoke with. Felt like brushing-up. Felt right.
