The most frequent dating advice my Mother gives me is:
“Claire, it wouldn’t kill you to smile once and a while.”
I mean, I know I don’t smile a lot at strangers. I mean, who does? We live in Minnesota. I’m not some California hippy. (sorry if you live in California, I couldn’t think of another state that I would associate with the word hippy … so sorry about that too.)
But I also think that I don’t smile because I’m a strong powerful and independent woman. Sort of like Miranda Presley.
However, she was in a movie called The Devil Wears Prada. Doesn’t EXACTLY provoke warm thoughts.
Well it actually kind of does …
Gah! Never mind! You know what I mean!
She’s not a nice lady!
Geez you guys …
Anyway, I tried to follow my Mother’s advice tonight and I smiled at a gentleman that I thought was reasonably good looking. He immediately looked afraid and ran away.
However, I can’t say that I blame him.
Firstly, I live in Minnesota, like I said before and smiling at strangers is weird. My Mom’s from North Dakota, so I understand the confusion. I’ve tried to explain to her that in our culture the appropriate way to acknowledge a stranger is to pretend that they don’t exist. Cold is nice, Minnesota nice.
Secondly, my “hey, what’s up, followed by a seductive head nod” smile actually looks like I’m incredibly constipated and my body is going into uncontrollable spasms.
NOT ideal for picking up the guys …
Hey, I never said my singleness wasn’t self-inflicted.