the phantom glance

There's nothing like a beautiful girl who can make you lose every ounce of confidence you thought you had with a single glance. That glance does it. Every trite joke, every impersonation intended to make her laugh dies slowly with the glance. She may be giving good vibes with the glance, but you wouldn't know it. She may be giving you the "go ahead and say what you wanted to say, and then leave me alone" vibe. You wouldn't know it. You wouldn't know it because the glance is ambiguous. The glance could mean many things. If ever your heart could have a seizure, it would be brought on by the ever nebulous nature of the glance. Sometimes you don't even recognize it. That's because the glance is crafty. It likes to slip into innocuous conversation briefly before fading into non-existence like a phantom. That's why they call it the phantom glance. Or at least I do.