If Looks Could Kill
I walk into the dining room … eyes narrowing, ready to throw accusations with a dagger-like glare. As a child of a mother who could silence any tantrum with “the look,” I believe I’m expert. I know my eyes alone can speak volumes, communicating the frustration I’m feeling toward him.
My eyes are icy, determined slits level in the direction of the dining room table, saying the words I can’t say out loud directly to … my computer, an innocent enabler … and apparently an unwitting victim … of online dating.
This isn’t the first time. On many occasions I’ve expressed disappointment and irritation with the men I’ve met on Match.com via dirty looks leveled at this electronic box. Do you think it’s getting a complex from all the vicious stares? I tend to think it’s on my side … and in this situation would make him give me what I want so we’re all happy (ha!) if it could.