Ok, so… imagine we lived in a culture where people mostly just never smile. At least not in public, or even at home much, especially with the lights on. Although sometimes they’d get together, especially when they had a lot of trust and intimacy, and at home, in bed, with the lights off, they’d sometimes daringly tell each other jokes. And they’d enjoy it quite a lot, although they knew it was dirty and naughty and not what you should talk about during the day.

Imagine how shy and embarrassed they’d be about letting anyone see their “smile” face. :-) Talk about funny looking! I mean, eyes squinching shut? Cheeks bulging to the sides? Teeth showing and sometimes the whole inside of the mouth?!?! Occasionally tears in the corners of their eyes?

Ewww, totally embarrassing, right? And no way anyone would want to see them that way.

Even if they had lovingly, carefully, secretly, thoughtfully told the joke that produced that awful face, right? Why that would be the last person you’d want to see you that way! Right?

That’s sort of how I feel about worrying about “O” face.

It’s not that I wouldn’t worry about other people seeing my O-face. Because… well… um… because even though yours is adorable… beautiful… and outright heart-beatingly, breath-shorteningly, denim-strainingly hot… mine just has to look awfully, embarrassingly dumb. Right? It’s not just because I’m not used to seeing my own either. It’s not, it’s not! Right? :-)