To see another God damned crooked smile!
The smile on the right is mine!
The smile on the left may be exaggerated; but not by much!
WTF is that about..?
Seriously? How do you get to be
in your fifties walking around with teeth jutting out at weird angles? I’m almost certain there is a mirror in every
house; which therefore leaves me with the theory that there is a whole slew of
idiots out there that cease to see their real self.
I actually work with a guy who I suspect has a magic mirror. He gets older and wider (and more anal); yet
the “perfect woman” he is looking for is young, rich and positively svelte. It’s as though he can’t see what he looks
like anymore, preferring to see the younger version of himself when he looks in
the mirror.
I’m pretty certain I don’t do that. I’m not by any stretch of the imagination
perfect. I’ve got extra kilos – but I
like them. I’ve got laughter lines! My skin isn’t as taut as it once was (I’m not
sure it ever was lol). Gravity is
pulling me down! But I make an effort
with what I’ve got. I’ve got a gap
between my teeth (which I like and choose to keep – arguing with my dentist
every, single, time!) but at least they are straight and white!
I mean I’m picking guys that are either my age, or in some
cases 6+ years older. Hell, they’re no
Mel Gibson but then, Mel Gibson is no Mel Gibson these days; and truth tell, I
want to see some lines. Craggy is my
thing. I’m not looking for a washboard
stomach; I want to hold onto something at night. Who wants to spoon with someone that is sharp
edges..?
So what is with parade of dates with a mouth full of
teeth? It doesn’t matter how funny they
are; or how nice they are. I can’t be
sticking my tongue in there – so that isn’t ever going to work.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!