I have brown eyes, “sexy chocolate brown” as a former flame once described (sounded more fun when I was 19). They are my mother’s eyes. I once had my mother’s thick, wavy black hair as well. If you missed it, the operative word here is “once”.
It occurred to me at 2 am, the vast majority of the women I have been with, or dated, or longed for, or ended up with (I know “ended up with” doesn’t sound very flattering for the other person but it is all I could come up with at the moment) had or have blue eyes. It’s not that I am not attracted to brown eyed women, I am, for that matter I am attracted to brown skin women. I am still holding out hope that Kerry Washington knows I exist in her cosmos.
So what does this behavior say about me? Honestly, it may not say a damn thing other than I am a swallow, knuckle dragging Neanderthal that wanted to propagate my brown eye dominance on the world. If that is the case, the joke is on me, all my children have blue eyes. That’s right, none are graced with my “sexy chocolate brown” eyes or my thick, wavy black hair for that matter. My mother’s (who got it from her father) brown/black combo ends with me. Could it be, that brown eyed people are going the way of Dr. Seuss’s- Sneetches, “Now, the Star-Bell Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars. Those stars weren’t so big. They were really so small. You might think such a thing wouldn’t matter at all.”
If any of you amateur Freudian sleuths want to take a stab at this one let me know. I really need to quit drinking diet coke after 6 pm.