We kept gazing into each other’s eyes, rest was history, we kept talking in body language.
Just the Way I FeelA friend asked, "If increased awareness means less happiness, why bother?" No answer.
A Language Older Than WordsI wish someone would look at me the same way I look at chocolate cake
Tongues of Men and Angels: The Religious Language of PentecostalismI'd start to explain with the outward sheepish and inner pride of the nerd.
You Are What You Speak: Grammar Grouches, Language Laws, and the Politics of IdentityI tried telling him without telling him, through body language, and I observed he was unobservant.
A Zebra is the Piano of the Animal Kingdom