I want Armand Assante, Charles Boyer bedroom eyes. Droopy, sensual lids. Hooded and mysterious. Smoldering. Marlene Dietrich eyes.
I need a woman and eye contact is my best bet. Right now I have vestibule eyes. Even my cat turns away.
I want to be world weary and cynical. Robert Mitchum. But I am constantly surprised and wide eyed. I resemble comic Richard Lewis, who looks like an electrocution in progress.
Why do women always go for sleepy eyed?
I asked my doctor for help. Perhaps a lid operation. He said I wasn't getting enough oxygen or fiber.
I finally did meet a woman as wide eyed as me and she seems interested. Her name is Betty Boop.
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