I either extend eye contact too long, or too short. Usually too short, as I’m not looking for a Pokemon Battle at every turn. Cats conserve their energies until needed and I also appear to, giving 100% each time.
But I was usually the staring contest winner in standard kid battles as I could manipulate my facial muscles how I liked, causing a laugh and a win for me, although I’ve been bested a time or two.
In romance, it varied from getting absorbed in each other to giggle fits to hearing “this is starting to scare me”, depending on the partner at the time.
Eye contact has many levels and interpretations.
During my Vine days, I used the ambiguity for fun and on Earth Day 2015, I became President of Earth, saying “I love you” with a right-brained left eye projecting across spacetime, to either be received as love/avuncular support or creepy-af, all subjectively determined by the recipient.
Eyes. Such things.
One of my favorite eye pics is my nephew’s, which he took of himself with my camera in 2012 when he was 6 yrs old It’s a true “default face”. Not giddy. Not happy. Not sad. Not angry. Not focused. Not absent. Just default.
We’re so trained to AVOID showing “default face” that it’s surprising and often misinterpreted.