I've always found it slightly uncomfortable to be walking down the street and see a cute boy wearing sunglasses walking in my direction. Why? Well, you can never tell quite where he's looking. You can't perve over him and you can't tell whether he's checking you out. It's a difficult situation. I've since discovered that I react to cute boys in sunglasses in different ways, depending on how my day is going...
Way 1: Self-consciousness
I hope I look OK. Is my hair messy? Is there food in my teeth? Does this outfit make me look fat? Will he notice if I surreptitiously try to push my fringe out of my eyes? Or does it look cuter the way it is? If I move it, will he think I'm trying to catch his attention?
Way 2: Paranoia
Oh God he's looking at me, isn't he? He thinks I'm fat. He's wondering 'Why the hell is she wearing that??' He remembers seeing me drunk and falling off that table at Pirates on Friday. I'm not going to smile. He'll think I'm creepy.
Way 3: Confusion
Why is he looking at me? Do I know him? Did I meet him last weekend? Didn't he hook up with my best friend's sister's cousin's girlfriend? Oh shit, did I hook up with him? No. He's cute. I'd remember that. I think.
Way 4: Confidence
Of course he's looking at me. I'm f***ing hot.
Personally, Way 1 seems to be my most common response. Or Way 3. I'm not entirely sure why it only seems to occur around boys in sunglasses, but hey, that's the way of the world :) maybe it's just because any boy looks hot in sunglasses. Hmm. I see a social experiment in my near future...watch this space!
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