About a smart guy.

(The previous entry concerns with this entry.)

A few month ago, I met a guy who I would love to meet for a long time. I admire him for his writing, music, and thinking. We knew each other, but it was the first time we met. We talked, and talked. Nice time. Both enjoyed (he SAID so). We met several time after that, and emailed as well. I’ve got so many profitable info and stories from him. He was smart and cleaver as always.
I thought I was really lucky to meet him and be a friend.

Smart people have peculiar eyes.
All smart people I know have the same eyes. They are seeing me, but not me. (For, I can’t catch their eyes. I know it.) I sometimes feel uncomfortable with these eyes ……not “uncomfortable”…how can I say… maybe I’m just afraid.

But,

Do they know how I see them?
Do they know how my eyes try to catch their eyes?
Does he know? Maybe not.

(i just wonder: how did they get such eyes?)