7 November 2010
He wore contacts. I remember reading a magazine article thing from a girl who met The Beatles, which I saw here.
As I stood in front of my favorite Beatle the only thing I could think of was that his contact lenses looked like they hurt him. He smiled and stuck out his hand and without thinking, I rested my right arm on top of his left while we shook hands! “John, ” I said, “are your contacts bothering you?” “No,” he answered. I got the distinct feeling that not too many people had asked that question. Undaunted I plunged on, “I have them too!” I confided. He leaned closer and stared searchingly into my eyes. “Are your bothering you?” he said with a straight face. “No.” I stammered and then we both laughed. “They’re good aren’t they?” John said seriously and I could only nod, not trusting my voice. “But your eyes are prettier then mine.” John said and to my dismay unwanted tears rolled down my cheeks. “Hey” John said with a slight laugh. “Don’t cry or they’ll wash away!”
It’s so cool to see my younger self pop up on this forum!
Exactly one year after I posted this (on George’s birthday), I got my first full time job as an assistant in an Opticians. I still work in this industry today, so I find this thread extra interesting now!
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I think it's great you're going through a phase,
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