Yes, those eyes.
As if they had agreed that other attributes of their date could only be discussed after the third gin and tonic. Technically speaking, eyes are nothing more than two moist spheres in our head. However — and this is the nasty part — we just can't stop staring at them. It's like the refrigerator at three in the morning. You know that no tiramisu has materialized since your last check ten minutes ago. And yet you open it again.
As a photographer, I know the magic of eyes all too well. A portrait without focused eyes is like a martini without an olive — technically possible, but a fatal faux pas. The eyes must be sharp, crystal sharp, because they're the ones that tell the story. Everything else is just decoration.
Surprisingly, color plays a subordinate role. Whether brown like dark chocolate, blue like the sky over Saint-Tropez, or green like the first splash of absinthe — it's the expression that counts. The way they sparkle when their owner laughs, how they begin to shimmer when a story touches them.
In the animal kingdom, eye contact follows different rules. While we humans can lose ourselves in eyes like in a good Burgundy wine, for a dog, direct eye contact is a declaration of war. Cats, on the other hand, have perfected the art of eye communication. With a single glance, they can manipulate us like a skilled croupier handles his cards.
Perhaps the "First Dates" candidates keep raving about their date's eyes so persistently because real eye contact has become as rare as a rotary dial telephone. In times when we mainly stare at screens — from smartphones to laptops — a pair of living eyes right in front of us has become almost an exotic experience. Like an analog adventure in a digital world.