My name is Dalton Diaz, and I have a quirk. Yes, I said a quirk. I don’t care if you know me and can list five other quirks - this is the one we’re focusing on here.
There is a reason for my obsessive madness. First of all, it’s gross to go around smiling and socializing with some big old chunk of food in your teeth. I know, because this happened to me a gazillion years ago, during my dating days before I even met Stud. Since we’ve been married for almost 21 years, that makes it longer ago than I can count. Especially if my math challenges happen to get worse when it comes to my age...
Anyhoo, back to my one quirk.
Here’s the scenario: I went on a couple of dates with a guy who was nice, but it just wasn’t going to work out. Instead of going out to lunch again, I suggested just getting hot dogs off the truck outside my office building. While we ate, I kindly gave him his walking papers with a big, “Let’s be friends” smile.
Yep. I got back in the building and looked in the bathroom mirror. There it was, a big black chunk of Karma-is-a-bitch sitting right between my two front teeth. Most people would laugh it off because really, what difference did it make? We weren’t right for each other, and I never did lay eyes on him again. But nooooooo...I was scarred for life.
Here's what the world sees:
Here's what I think they see:
I’m just sayin'.