Now, for a blow by blow of the winks:
First (nerve-wracking) wink: Stoplight. Me, left turn lane. Him, next to me in the straight lane. Me, neck swiveling, swiveling, swiveling, trying to catch his eye. Finally, green arrow. Look again. Eye contact. Aaaand, wink. Then, go, go, go! Whew. I made it. He's gone.
The next two winks were not as stressful. They were virtual. That's right, match winks. Cop out, I know, but easy. And one led to an email.
The last winks were live. In a bar, where I couldn't run away. I tried to look for what a friend deemed a certain 'winkability': A man without a ring, scanning the room, and a certain air of confidence about him. A man open to the possibility of the wink. I found four. One was the performer of the live music (cop out again). The other three were guys whose eyes I was able to catch across the room. Wink. Wink. Two of them looked away immediately. Wink. The third one seemed a little confused, then looked away. One of my girlfriends had better luck. A close range wink brought two guys right over with stars in their eyes.
Seems my friend is a much better judge of winkability. It certainly couldn't have anything to do with the winker. ;)