We spent a lot of time in the pub when we were getting to know each other. I didn't realise I fancied him at the time, but we'd always end up sitting and chatting together. His extremely subtle courting strategy was to absolutely crack me up using only his glasses as a vehicle for comedy.
Being extraordinarily long-sighted his glasses have the ability to make his eyes enormous. This was, and still is, extremely funny to me (it's all in the delivery), but what I hadn't thought about before was the psychology of this: big eyes = baby animals = sweet. Damn! I feel like I've been subtly manipulated somehow.
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The big-eyed animal route not always immediately successful though. I can't begin to count how many dead bunny rabbits I threw at my paramour before she accepted me.
Hmm. Sure I typed 'is' somewhere in that first sentence. Dammit!
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