I might have been disturbed by his intense stare , but I had grown used to his silent perusal over the last years . After a long separation he would look at me like this - long and hard as if he needed to commit my face to memory once more . He would gaze at me unblinking , focusing on my left eye , my right eye , my nose , my cheeks , my lips . The list was virtually endless : During our last rendezvous he had even fixedly looked at my toes .

Question: Why is the man so intense in his state to the narrator ?
Answer: The man is a dork .The man is a creep .None of the above choices .The man is a jerk .