Sunshine smiles

One nice smile and I totally melt. All it takes is a smile and the inner bitch I'm working so hard to find is dead. Even when I need her most.

Last night I talked to a freelancer who's doing some work for me. I really, really, really want him to finish it. Soon. It's taken him almost three months already, so I walked up to him and told him what I want. He agreed and promised to deliver. But he has before. And hasn't. I had plans to be a little bitchy about it. Demanding. Like the shrewd business woman I am.

But then he smiled, and my inner bitch died just like sunlight killing a vampire. Of course it didn't help that we had a tiny romance since he started the project. Come to think of it, I think the smile pulled me in then too.

Yes, smiles get me into trouble. But it's mostly because I do it a lot. Probably more than I should. I always have - even during my braces period in junior high school. I have one of those big, top and bottom teeth smiles. One night I was listening to a band in a club. While sitting on my barstool, I danced along with a song I liked and smiled. I didn't even think about it until a girl friend snapped at me.

"Stop smiling," she said.

"No. I like to smile." I kept smiling and she didn't say anything else about it. That was a first.

A good friend said she's seen me occassionally say something really catty to someone else, but I always have a smile on my face when I'm saying it. I never realized I did that. She says it's a good thing. I guess a smile can be a secret weapon.

My accidental secret weapon does something else I didn't realize. I think my smile must say "I want you" to some men. I really don't come on to men. They come on to me. All I do is listen and smile. Really.

If we all smiled more often then people would be used to it. Girls wouldn't be annoyed by it and guys wouldn't take a smile as an open invitation to a girl's bedroom. So go ahead, warm someone's day with your smile.

But, smiles make me melt, too.

Love to the single girls,
Addison