My Smile :)

Do I wish I had a different face? Well, to be honest, I like my face as it is. It might be interesting to have a scar like the heroes and heroines often do in books and popular films, or green eyes as do plenty of characters in Clive Cussler's adventure stories. But it's alright; at the end of the day I appreciate my common, no nonsense brown eyes and cheeks bereft of mysterious knife marks.

My somewhat plain, straight nose has been a subject of teasing from my siblings, who declare that it's "Roman" when in fact they don't know what a Roman nose is. Though I have been told I look Italian, and that pleases me. My real name, which, sadly, I prefer not to reveal, is also Italian, and that pleases me even further. I also know the secret to Italian meatballs, and that pleases my palate. So I might very well pass as an Italian if I only knew the language.

Anyhow, my face is ordinary, neither very beautiful nor very ugly (at least, that's my opinion. It's quite possible the awful truth has been hidden from me and I'm the only one who believes this). It's familiar, which is good. I'm never very happy with the photos of myself, but none of us are, are we? Despite my plain features I have a smile, and smiles are sometimes our greatest weapons because they can do wonders for ourselves and those around us. So perhaps if you met me, you might like me. Perhaps. Then again, you may be drawn in by my pleasant smile and turned away when I either:

1. Cannot think of anything to say and am rendered speechless in your presence, as tends to happen when I'm in the company of people I like very much,

Or

2. Speak incessantly about everything I love and bore you to tears with facts about random unneccesary things such as the secret to Italian meatballs (but then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it?)

Or

3. Try with subtle messages to make you leave because I can't stand you and am not very keen on telling you that to your face.

The third, fortunately, is least likely. But the first is highly probable.