Once I start noticing eyelashes I can't look away.
I look at all sorts of different eyelashes: long ones, short ones, wavy ones.
I can't not notice eyelashes.
People talk to me but I can only see their eyelashes flutter.
His eyelashes are so long and elegant.
Her eyelashes move like a butterfly.
His eyelashes have such an interesting and sassy personality.
I want to hang out with them.
Want to grab coffee some time? I say to his eyelashes. I think we should be friends.
What? the man says.
I wasn't talking to you, I say. I was talking to your lashes. Call me sometime, I say, as they move vigorously.