The quote from Citizen Kane was the very first thing that came to my mind. I believe that says something about the strength of the writing - a very deserving classic.
Manhattan, 8th st and broadway, right outside my apartment. 1995 or 96. Tall, blond, tanned, on rollerblades, crossing the street. Wearing sunglasses and a way too tight grey cotton tank top. (To quote Frasier Crane “Straining against its fleshy cargo”.)
She whizzed by in a second, but was never forgotten…
Walking up the ramp to a Braves game in 1980, there was the most beautiful Georgia peach I’ve ever seen in my life leaning over the rail waiting for a friend. Brunette, semi-petite, heavenly classic features, blue jeans and a light cotton top.
Brushing past every other guy that had stopped to gawk at her, I went up, leaned against the rail next to her and spent the next three or four minutes in absolute heaven. She was funny, sweet, and appreciative of my offer to move her to Houston.
I have no idea who won the game that day.
Hey, I think you’re talking about me!
About a year ago, I was waiting on a red light at a major intersection near where I live. Its a sunny, beautiful day. I’m on my way to a friend’s house to play Call of Cthulhu.
From the opposite turn lane comes a red Mitsubishi 3000GT, a '92 or '93. Comes within about ten feet of my Jeep.
Inside sits a stunning Asian woman, about 20 or 22. Silky black hair shimmmering as it caught the sun’s light, eyes sparkling, a wicked smile on her face. Skin the color of alabaster, flawless. Just perfect.
She’s looking straight ahead, never sees me. I still wish I’d U-turned and chased after her. If my life was but mine to do over again…
Not to mention, my CoC character died that night.
Lodrain, was that a German competition by any chance?
I do, too, orion007. I thought I was one of the last of the hopeless romantics, but I have more company than I thought. That is a good thing.
*Love struck Romeo
Streets of Veronay
Layin everybody low
With a love song that he made…*
Anyone who cares to elaborate on the lyrics is free to do so.
Two weeks ago. And I still haven’t made my move. Even started a thread b/c of it. All I did was take her out to the cinema. Friends, I don’t know where we go from here. All I say is this… if we pull through - if each of us gets what he/she most desires, I bless you for it. Enough talk then, onward to the unknown, and may your hearts take you somewhere you belong. For your sakes and mine - let’s pray its somewhere good.
And he sings
You and me babe,
How about it?
Sexy.
Any other takes?
About 20 years ago I was in a grocery store buying some milk. While making my selection, a blonde gal picked up a carton of some dairy product a few feet from me. I looked at her and she looked at me. The iris’s of her eyes were a very pale shaded of blue. In fact, they were almost white. She said hi, I just stared and said nothing. She turned a walked away and I just continued staring. She turned and waved, I waved back. I have yet to see anyone else with that eye color.
21 years ago,first night of Psychology class,in she walked and I was smitten. Long dark brown hair,pretty face,nice figure and yet nothing really outstanding. To this day I can’t figure out why I was so strongly attracted to her. However I suppose it doesn’t really matter since we’re still married. 
No, in the good 'ol States. Orlando, to be exact.
I was reading a magazine while I was biding my time in a waiting room about three weeks ago when this guy came in. He had long, light-brown 1970-style rock star hair hanging in his eyes, and this crazily amused expression on his face. He wouldn’t say ‘fine’ when you asked him how he was doing, you could tell; rather, ‘tripping’ or ‘absolutely splendid, thanks.’ He was wearing jeans under a white shirt with orange three-quarter sleeves, a string of those silver balls around his neck and skateboarding shoes. The combined effect was so tackily perfect that I wanted to lay him right there, and get a shirt like that for myself. [I already had the shoes and the necklace, of course]. It was the hair though…the epitome of the just-been-laid look. salivates
He said hello to me and grinned. I nearly fell out of my chair.
Anyway. That was mine.
Hanamaki, Japan…1994. I was stranded there for about 3 weeks. One morning I decided to walk the mile and a half to the local coffee shop, passed this ASTOUNDING looking woman, white jeans, black lace top…jeez. Admittedly, I have an abnormal attraction to Asian women, [sub]How YOU doin’ Cougarfang?[/sub] but she was spectacular. Pure torture for a horny guy in the middle of nowhere.
Oops :o I was hoping it was the same competition I had gone to in Daytona and you had seen me or one of my friends… then The Peyote Coyote and I could say AWWWW together. Oh well.
This thread is slowly deteriorating (progressing?) into the last page of “Village Voice”… I’m wondering how many people will actually find each other as a result.
My best friend & I were on line at the coffee shop at my former university, talking about a weird dream I’d had that involved chickens. Suddenly, the man in front of us turned around, smiled, and told us about a dream he’d once had involving ducks.
He had a shaved head and the most incredible, wide, pale blue eyes. My friend and I were both stunned. He got his coffee, said goodbye, & that was that. I never ran into him again.
Once, I fumblingly referred to him as “the guy with the eyes” - that was all the information my friend needed; that’s how stunning his eyes were. We still talk about him every now and again. Wow…
I was visiting door county, WI, and had forgotten the charger for my cell phone, so I stopped in to the local cell provider store to see if they had anything that would work.
When I saw the girl behind the counter, I couldn’t remember what kind of phone I had. I couldn’t remember what was wrong with it that I needed to go into the store in the first place. I wasn’t exactly sure what phones were for, actually, since the idea of “speaking” seemed to momentarily exit my brain. I think I recovered fast enough to not look like a complete freak, but I really don’t know, probably not.
She had blonde hair and blue eyes, which describes about 70% of the local population. Very attractive in a Leelee Sobieski sort of way, which, again, describes probably 50% of the female population under 30. I remember her like it was yesterday, but I really have no idea of what it was that triggered that particular burst of hormone bizarreness.