I love it when I take a good long gander at a woman who puts the effort in to looking good, and she knows she looks good.
Then our eyes meet. In an instant, she knows that I appreciates that she enjoys looking the best she can, strolling with poised confidence. I know what I exude is gratitude, respect, and appreciation—not gutteral lude thoughts, rather a joyful celebration of womanhood. She can tell. She smirks. I smirk.
Likely I order another of whatever will compliment the moment. A simple yet enjoyably flirty life moment.
Argentina. 1994.
Hints of it here, but everyone seems just a bit too horny or stuck up to enjoy the beauty all around us. The rhythm of the southern hemisphere seems to nurture a culture where women want to draw your gaze and enjoy the influence of their femininity. I love that it is OK and even complimentary to get caught taking in a gorgeous sight.