My new shirt fits like a glove. The fabric is a cotton, polyster, satin blend that has a slight sheen and feels soft against the skin. When I slip it on, it feels like the gentle caress of ten soft pairs of hands. Combined with an old French spray that seems to have the same effect on me as pheromones allegedly would on a member of the opposite sex. The result is a permanent half smile plastered on my face that either rattles or annoys most people I walk past.
I have resolved to smile at strangers (not the charming smile, the welcoming, happy kind). There's not enough happy people with smiling faces. For some reason, people look away the moment you make eye contact, or they simply stare back with blank faces. Sure, it makes them slightly uncomfortable to be the recipient of a stranger's smile, but it's nice when the expression is reciprocated. Good shirts and French Cologne help.
