February 20, 2011

parlando

He's short. I'd say about 5'6" or 5'7". A little rotund but I think he's just built that way; he appears to be more muscle than fat. His voice is slightly nasal and his laugh emerges as these hearty staccato chuckles.
And his eyes.
His eyes are this marvelous mixture of bright browns and intense greens-- 'hazel' just doesn't cut it. They illuminate as the sun catches them just right. The kind of eyes that are intimidating and terrifying when he's enraged and yet amazingly enchanting and beautiful when they're wading in pools of tears.

And it intrigues me because I'm not particularly attracted to him in any sort of romantic capacity. I just find his characteristics more remarkable than others I work with.



I read somewhere that it's simply human nature that causes people to stick their tongues out when they're working on something puzzling or difficult with their hands.
I noticed a co-worker doing it the other night. I was holding a flashlight over his work area but close enough to still see his face. And from the corner of my eye, I noticed a strange bit of movement. I canted my head a little and peeked again to see the tip of his tongue sliding between his lips at a regular interval, in and out. It kind of made me chuckle but I disguised it as a cough; it was chilly outside.

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