I’m one of those rare people that haven’t developed a “smile style” yet. I have Resting Bitch Face and often either cover my smiles with my hand(s) or try to smile differently often. I can feel happiness immensely, but it very rarely makes me actually smile, so when a smile is required of me in a social setting, I tend to experiment or default to covering my mouth.
However, I think I’ve developed a smile I enjoy and it also seems to make others smile. I call it “The Subtle Smile”:
HAH! I’m 5’10”! I’M TALLER THAN BOTH OF YOU! HA HA HA HA!!!NO WAIT! I JUST MEASURED MYSELF AND I’M ACTUALLY 5’11” WHICH MEAN I’M EVEN TALLER THAN YOU! HA HA HA HA HA!….D:I mean…HAHA, STIFFLER’S SHORT. DUMB SHORTY SHORTSHORT!
I CAN THINK OF SOMEONE ELSE WHO’S 5’3” AND WE COULD SO KICK BOTH OF YOUR ASSES.
Yes and …no.
I think on a base level we’re inherently romantic — but it’s inherent in us, so we’re geared towards being romantic all of the time. However, on a surface level… we’re kind of weird, sometimes lewd, and oftentimes offensive assholes to each other.
Our day is sprinkled with jokes at each others’ expense, mocking, offensive behavior and often threats of lewd acts. But we can’t stand spending time apart, we cuddle whenever possible, we continually say “I love you” and give each other sweet eyes and we kiss. We kiss a lot.
As far as the most romantic thing we’ve done, it would probably have to be my scarification. You can’t get much closer to a person than having them literally cut into you, and it was a huge amount of trust on both of our parts.
Or, y’know, if you wanted something more conventional, it could be when we walked into the ocean at the end of our wedding and stood in our soaked, ruined dresses kissing. But that still comes in second for us.
In other words, us,
in 40 years now: