charades

today i understood the wisdom of sd's advice: the man who warned me not to smile too much. any woman could have any man if she knew the art of smiling. too much smiling was off-putting. smile less and men would be intrigued, he told me. at the time, still coping with teenage awkwardness, i didn't quite understand.
the old man, could have been vatsayana. he had a cultured air about him and a wealth of feminine wisdom that fit quite comfortably with his raspy cough and funny old man smells.

it's true: too much smiling can make people think you're in pr. yesterday's event was uncannily like the 'page 3' movie. i even felt like i was acting!
it had simpering pr girls, impoverished hacks bewildered by the glare and glamour and white musicians who'd crossed their sell-by date still waking from the daze of sex, drugs and rock and roll.
the most annoying of course are the cold, meaningless 1000 watt smiles. i couldn't help but check my own expression when i noticed the pr bunny fawn with a pasted grin on her face.
then there's the immature swaggering dude from the music channel. he'd like to rub shoulders with the celebrities, fake camaraderie by laughing harder and louder for all the bad jokes, smoking and drinking like this is a party. but it's not. and nobody is anybody's friend.
so cliched.