Most everyone says you look better with a smile. And for the most part I think that’s true.
Except when it isn’t.
I dated someone once – a tumultuous two year affair that ended badly – who, at the time, I found very physically attractive. So long as he kept his mouth shut. And never laughed. Or smiled.
At one time I thought he would make a great male model. He was tall and lean with a sculptured, muscular swimmer’s physique. Chiseled cheekbones and eyes that twinkled whenever he looked at me. Nice hair.
But if he smiled…
Remember that scene in Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer when Santa first lays eyes on that shiny nose? The big guy’s hands fly up to his face and he sort of staggers backward? Well, that’s the kind of reaction I’d have when this guy smiled.
He just looked kind of, well, goofy. Go all serious again and I’d melt. Laugh, grin or smile and I had second (and third and fourth) thoughts. I know this makes me sound shallow and superficial but that’s what I remember thinking during our time together. His smiling face was definitely NOT an attractive face. Off-putting in a huge way. It’s just that he was so much better looking when he had that somber (dare I say, smoldering) look about him.
So, things did not turn out well for our relationship – we just weren’t a good match whatsoever for a number of reasons – and subsequently we both moved on. He married, I married and over time the bad vibes between us, well, they just didn’t matter anymore. At least, not for me. I ran into him at a wedding a few years back and we had a pleasant enough conversation but standing there chatting with him, for the life of me I have no idea how I ever got past that dopey smile of his in the first place.