It’s All About The Walk

American Woman in Italy

By The Hunger

A Walk Down the Street

The other day, a workmate of mine was saying how he’s had some trouble meeting women. I asked him, “How do you feel when you walk down the street?”

He didn’t understand, so I persisted, “When you walk down the street, do you feel confident?”

“No, not at the moment.”

“Well, there you go!”

Johnny Walker has been telling us for years: it’s all about the walk.

How do you feel when you walk down the street? When I’m not feeling confident, it seems like people would find New Zealand politics more interesting than me. Whereas when I feel confident, I feel like Ari Gold from the TV show Entourage.

I love the walk to and from work each day. The people-watching opportunities are endless, and there’s an urban library of book covers to judge (in a good way). The street is a never-ending spectacle, awash with action and unspoken psychological undertones.

Like a film set, the amount of drama and possibility is limited only to the environment and the characters in it. Not in real life though. Think about how European countries, especially the French, position their seats to watch the street. I remember being in Amsterdam watching the street from a café window thinking that I had discovered the greatest TV channel in the world.

Whether in love or in a new relationship, you’re always aware of the increased attention you receive from the opposite sex. As Johnny Drama from Entourage tells E!, “Pussy can smell other pussy and they have to pounce on it. That’s why when you’re on a hot streak you go to press it, just like in blackjack.” (Check out the link here)

Eye Fucking

Johnny Drama’s right; it’s not a coincidence, it’s a science. When you’re feeling good, it’s an eye-fucking fiesta. A smooth blend of smiles and eyes as you jay-walk from one set to another. Maybe you are walking with a swagger because of the clothes you’re wearing, or glowing after a good workout session, or just plain feeling good. People notice these things.  

You can lose your swagger and still see the ladies, but they won’t see you. Just ask any single man in a rut. Their superman-like ability to determine cup sizes from the length of a football field away is as fascinating as it is desperate. And desperation is not a subtle scent. Women can smell it 10 years away.

For those who don’t know, eye-fucking is the nanosecond eye contact you make when you lock eyes with a girl. This look could be a soft kiss behind the ears, or it could be something that’d make even Silvia Saint blush. However, 99% of the time it will remain just a look. These looks communicate so much they could fill libraries. Maybe they’re the fantasies of our superego and the frustrated reality of our id. Whatever they are, they are real.

Pedestrian undressing differs from country to country. In places like Barcelona, Sydney and Buenos Aires, people are eye-fucking each other’s brains out. In countries such as The Netherlands and Belgium, you can forget at times that some people even have eyes. Could it be a cultural thing, or am I just not exotic there?

I have always said the hottest girls are to be found in the street going about their day, even hotter than in clubs. It’s just that it takes bigger balls to ask a girl out on the street. But the returns are far greater too.

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