Ladies, we’ve all been there: You walk into a room, and—BAM!—a total hottie is standing right there in the same room as you. RIGHT there. Like there you are, in the room. And there he is, in that room also.
Can you say fate? You give him the ol’ thrice-over, and all of a sudden, it happens. Your eyes lock across the crowded room. You look at him. He looks at you. You are left with the age-old conundrum: Is it love, or is it eye contact?