You should get your teeth cleaned.

There are things I can never have the heart to talk about. I see it, I get boggled by what I'm seeing, my mind keeps screaming that I should at least mention towards the area of discomfort and before I know it, "moment over, person left, highly disturbed picture in my mind." Then I keep thinking, I wish I was one of those people who are proudly diseased with foot in mouth. That way, I can include others in my discomfort and life would be grand and beautiful.

Have you had your teeth checked: Yesterday I was in one of those situations where i thought I should say something. I didn't of course. I meet this chap I haven't seen in probably a century or so, ok! maybe a few years. I always knew he was a smoker and by his apparent skinny body, he probably still was. His teeth are the ones that finally told me, his smoking may have increased a hundred fold. There we are, talking about good old days, what have you been up to since the fall of the regime, how are you handling the rising inflation among other important matters and all I could look at were his teeth. Now, teeth have been a very sensitive topic to me in recent times. Seeing, as due to no fault of mine, I am getting 4 teeth plucked *my jaw set funnily when I was growing up. Great for a petite jaw line, bad for wisdom teeth growth.* Anyway I digress. So there I am, staring at the largest amount of white stuff I've seen on any teeth. I assumed it was from all the smoking because I prayed to God on this Sunday afternoon, that it wasn't from lack of hygiene. That would have made my taste in former friends quite questionable. Through the whole conversation, all I could think was, "you really should go see a dentist and get that checked or else next time I see you, you may have no teeth at all." and just as quickly it hit me, that might be a tad insensitive. I mean, we already have mothers and siblings to dish out insensitive comments, no need to add acquaintances from eras past to that equation.

Is there something in your pockets or are you just happy to see me: I may have bumped into a boyfriend of a friend just after he had been with her. Well, as far as awkward moments go, this one is definitely one for the books. I tend to look at men head to toe as they approach me or at least I used to. Just a quirky habit. I look at shoes "very nice." , fit of pants, "could do better." and then, "oh darn. wow!Lawd have mercy!!," I lift my eyes to heavens above and hope he didn't see my quick shift of focus to right above his eyebrow. It takes a lot of effort not to look back down just to confirm that you really did see what you saw. Lesson no. 1 I learnt that day was, look at people directly in the face when they approach you. There's a reason some things are below the belt. Lesson no 2, check your man before he walks out the door. You don't want people thinking, he's just sooo pleased to meet everyone.

The good Lord bless your gorgeous eyebrows: Every person, I would like to believe, has that one thing they notice first in the opposite sex. Hands, legs, butt, abs, hair.....well,*deep breath of intense confession* I notice eye brows. It is strange but true. Of course there are other more normal attributes I notice but I cannot look directly at a man with thick, well balanced and blessed brows. So every time, I bump into a dude with lovely hair definition above the eyes, I sort of stare at the trees beyond him or more hopeless still, I totally ignore him and as such ignore the problem. It is one thing to tell someone they have lovely eyes but quite another to comment on their eye brows. It would make me sound a tad weirder than I already am and then I'd have no friends and my family would have to move to protect their image.

See what I mean.....tihihihi *futile giggles* On the playlist... Fourplay - Espirit de Four....Esperanza Spalding - Black Gold