Voodoo Dating: You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile
Boy Wonder and I are in the ‘mist’ of buying a house. I think I’ve stressed myself out about it to the point where I’ve become sick and coughed my back into sprains. My brain, my breathing, and my words hurt, but I’m bank-loaning on Mum’s ye old(e) advice, ‘If this is the worst thing that ever happens to you, you’ll be pretty lucky.’
And I am pretty lucky. I know a lot of pretty hep cats, I get to live with one of my favourite Boys (EEEEK! Living with a Boy!), and the Red Wings are in the Playoffs. Life seems pretty good.
Before I digress…I’m sick. I’m sick to the point where I’ve actually pulled out the Homestar Runner Cheat hoodie & Hello Kitty pyjama bottoms hoping to gain any sort of comfort. In reality, I am nothing short of ‘ick’ as I haven’t cut my own hair in weeks, I’m pale, and I just can’t seem to suck in my stomach enough to appear attractive. I think I’m at my worst and Boy Wonder’s observation is, ‘Even when you’re sick you look hot.’ I don’t fully know if he’s lying and I don’t fully care if he’s lying. He’s never given me any reason to distrust him, so it’s easy to take his comment at face value and grin about it.
About six of the four thousand and thirty six reasons I adore my Boy are his smiles. He’s got some wicked grins all up in there. Also, one of the reasons I dig meeting people and becoming close to them is making and watching them smile. It all sounds nauseatingly trite (why, yes, I HAVE been called Pollyanna!), but a smile is brilliant to throw out when you’re feeling under confident, over confident, or maybe require an accessory to skinny jeans, a duct tape frock, or mesh shirt.
Seriously, what do you really have to lose by kick-bustin’ out a smile in most situations? I’ve attempted to calm strange insecurities, drug deals, ‘life-threatening’ break ups, and a homicide with a smile. Sure I’m a dreamer, but if that keeps in me in my own little musical fantasy world all the more better.
I’m totally hip to the belief that if you have the ability to smile, be it wickedly, snarky, wonderfully, romantically, or sincerely, you will probably be closer to your best. My superficial confirmation is that I don’t have the best hair, I have no clue about make up, my clothes look like Pee-Wee’s Big Explosion, and I can and want to smile. I’ve been tossed into plenty of potentially wrong situations and dates, which were more than vexatious, and the ability to grin, laugh myself into internal hysterics, and humourously dish later has paid off.
Having written that, I shall now continue coughing…with a snarky smile.