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 picking up recently. 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 good?”
“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 good, it seems like people would find New Zealand politics more interesting than me, whereas when I feel good walking, I feel like a coked out 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. Everyone senses but can’t define the hidden psychology which is evident with all human interaction.
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 the cafe window thinking how 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. No one has vision like a single man. 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.
Pedestrian undressing differs from country to country. In places like Barcelona, Sydney and Buenos Aires, for example, people are Eye Fucking the shit out of each other. In countries such as The Netherlands, Sweden, and Norway you can forget at times that some people even have eyes. Could it be their weather or their history, or do I walk worse/differently in other countries?
I believe feeling good does affect the mechanics of “a good walk.” The next time you’re in a foreign city, or walking down the street to get a late night kebab, remember: maybe walking isn’t so bad after all.
FUCKING GOOD INSIGHT , I LOVED IT.
brilliant insight, i loved it. short interesting and straight to the point !! good job.
Other people eyes make us to walk another way. When I go out I am never sure about my clothes.Are the shoes allright? Maybe a white shirt would have been better… anyway just feel unsure.Then there are these people watching you in a certain way…. and right now you feel better, you fell sure about you. And your walk is different… Other people influence my walk.