Back in 1977, I camped out with a friend for tickets to see Elvis. We were in the first 20 in line, ill-prepared for the overnight chill. No jackets, just t-shirts and jeans, and few provisions to keep ourselves amused during the night. We'd made eye contact with two girls a little further up from us in line, but they were mostly bundled up in blankets and coats so there wasn't a lot of assessment or interplay going on.
Somewhere around 3am, when we'd tired of playing with the deck of cards we had, one of the girls motioned if they could borrow it for a while. I got up and walked toward them and when I got, say 10' away, it felt like my chest caved in and I was being pushed back forcibly. I'd gotten a good look at her and it was like running into a wall that was extending outward. I pitched the deck to her and went back to our spot in line.
Aaron Harang has that same kind of attribute.
