Check out the heavy-duty eye contact between these two soldiers of fortune (from back in the year 1500). Do you think the mercenary on the left knows that his fellow soldier is bare-assed? They're standing quite close to one another, eh? There's just room for one erect pole between them. Here's the full engraving over at the British Museum.
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Sometimes, when I catch myself locked in these primal gazes, I turn away quickly. A deep part of me understands the power of this contact and knows that I am fully capable of acting upon it. I instinctively sense that if the gaze were to go on any longer, it would pull me physically toward that man. We would become predatory animals on a mission to satisfy our sexual hunger. Such feelings can be frightening to a civilized man, reminding him of the fine line between self-control and promiscuity. Anyone who has ever felt horny knows that a man can be taken hold by something that goes beyond the mind and body. It goes beyond the mind because intellect has nothing to do with it, meaning that horniness can bring about actions that are totally illogical. It goes beyond the body because horniness is not always satisfied by a physical orgasm. That something that takes hold of us is energy—sexual energy. It is a powerful force that propels us to merge with or melt into another person in ecstatic communion. This energy usually involves the genitals, but not necessarily. Mere eye contact between two horny men can sweep them off their feet and down on all fours.
Entire books have been written to explain why men don't like face-to-face communication as much as women do. It is easier for men to let their hair down, so to speak, lined up at a bar than facing one another in a booth. A man's face, and particularly his eyes, expose his thoughts and plans. To look another man in the eye is often considered threatening or provoking, most likely an instinct inherited from the animal kingdom. Men, like other predatory animals, have eyes set right on the front of their heads so they can use binocular vision to track their prey, while their prey have eyes at the sides of their heads so as to catch predators sneaking up on them. The only time other men ever look me directly in the eye for more than a fleeting moment is when they know me or think they know me. And that brings us back to the power of the twinkling glance and the deep familiarity it communicates. A held glance forces down the protective psychological walls we've build around ourselves, as well as the masks our egos have created in search of personal uniqueness. Familiarity says, "Don't put on airs around me—we go way back, and I've seen you at your best and at your worst." Depending upon how desperately we grab onto those walls and masks, a held gaze can seem like an invasion. Or it can seem like long-awaited lover gently pulling back the sheets with one hand while jacking up an erection with the other.
Here's a suggestion: make it a point to try to initiate eye contact with as many men as possible when you go out. Hold the gaze only long enough to feel that chill go up your spine. With your eyes, say this: I see you, my fellow man. I recognize you as my brother. I sense your aura of masculine virility because I'm broadcasting it, too. Our passion is the same. Our birthright is to share it. And we do share it, with every glance.
Do his eyes say he wants to be the top man or the bottom man?
Here's the "before" . . . Click on the image to reveal the "after."