RECENTLY I POSTED a photo of myself on Facebook in which I was smiling, kinda. Someone commented on that aspect: At last, a smile, she said. Fact is that I am not a smiley guy.
My second ex-wife often complained about it*, especially on seeing a photo. But I’m not a smiley guy in normal life either. I have no idea why. It’s not that I don’t feel good. I do. It’s not that I don’t have a sense of humor. I do. My child bride has often remarked that it is one of the things she likes most about me, my sense of humor.
Perhaps my lack of everyday smiles is because I am not lighthearted.
Who can be lighthearted these days anyway?
American women in particular are famous for having smiles pasted on their faces. It’s very noticeable here in Mexico because Mexican women only smile when there is something to smile about. It’s not a permanent part of their faces. Watch a Gringa tourist on the street here, or even one who lives here, and she’ll sport that vacuous smile.
Please like me.
But let’s not get off the subject here, which is my not being a smiley guy. So if you ever actually meet me, don’t expect a broad smile. But I may say something later to amuse you and make you chuckle. I hope so.
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* Among many other things.