It’s the smile

“I need to talk to you,” I said to a cute female therapist at the Thompson Hospital Physical-Therapy department in Canandaigua.
That’s a flirt, readers; and she ate it up. She smiled and flashed her eyes at me.
I never did talk to her — no contact, although I tried. I woulda told her it was her smile.
Weeks ago I pointed out that same thing to her. “Don’t take it serious,” she smiled. “I always do that.”
Not long ago I blogged my very first “girlfriend” — 1962, for crying out loud — whose birthday was August 12th. I included a photo of her, and realized why I was smitten was because she was an easy smiler.
She was sitting on a bench in front of the Lenape Park roller-coaster, smiling.
(Lenape Park is long-gone.)
I realized I’ve always been a sucker for easy smilers. —Despite being a difficult smiler myself.
I did a Google Image-Search of that first girlfriend, and out of almost 330 million Americans, “that looks like her!” I recognized the smile and eyes.
She apparently never married, found religion, and died not too long ago.
I’ve had a Facebook at least 10 years, and happen to be FB “friends” with my Canandaigua YMCA aquacise instructor. —Long story here: “Thanks for the fast-one, Mark!”
Over those 10 years I’ve done two FB “likes;” I don’t do much with Facebook.
One “like” was of a picture my aquacise instructor posted of herself. I actually liked the picture. I realize now the reason I liked it was because she’s smiling in it — same as that first girlfriend.
As you all know I’m a graduate of the Hilda Q. Walton School of Gender Relations: “No pretty girl will smile at you!”
Not too long ago I asked my aquacise instructor to not smile at me. When she does I’m done. Any promises I made to her or myself are toast.
I’m a pushover for easy smilers, probably because of Hilda and her “No pretty girl will smile at you!”
That aquacise instructor isn’t the only one. I make ‘em smile left-and-right. It’s irresistible.
If I learned anything at all since my wife died, it’s -a) flirt = make ‘em smile, and -b) my parents and Hilda were WRONG!
The other day I handed a blog I wrote last January to the lady I blogged about. “I’ll give you this if you don’t consider me some hot-pants loathsome lothario.”
Probably all that registered was “hot-pants,” but it cracked her up.
That’s a flirt, dear readers. I made her laugh.
And I think the ladies love the reaction they get when they smile at me. That therapist, for example.

• I did aquatic balance training in the Canandaigua YMCA’s swimming-pool, two hours per week — plus a third hour on my own. I dropped out for the moment, and am now doing balance training at Thompson Hospital’s Physical-Therapy department in Canandaigua. I also still work out in the YMCA’s swimming-pool.
• “Mark” is Mark Zuckerberg, founder and head-honcho of Facebook.
• My wife died of cancer April 17th, 2012.