“So why DB?” P3000 asked.
“It’s not his initials or anything. It has to do with his smile. DB stands for _______ ___. A fellow blogger chose the name after seeing a picture* of him. It’s one of those smiles that just sparkles,” I explained.
“What? Do people with awesome smiles travel in packs or something?” he joked.
“No. Actually, I’m not used to dating someone with a better smile than mine.”
P3000 laughed. I know how it sounds (er, reads), but I mean it. I date guys who are a little different than me. Despite a few crushes, I’ve never dated a writer, blogger or graduate student. It’s just too much sameness and a bit of competition.
That goes with smiles too. I’m the one with the broad, cheesy grin. I’m the one who answers “never” when someone asks if I wore braces. I’m the one who brightens up the room and charms with a flash of my grin.
But it’s different now. I find myself humming along to Café Tacuba’s Quiero Ver and thinking of how much I miss DB’s smile, if only to brighten up more than just the room. To brighten up my mood.
*The photo she saw is my favorite. In it, he’s wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie. He smiles broadly at the camera, as if just told he’d won some prize for his work. His smile is irresistible.

One. Adrian turns 23 today. He’s the baby of the family, but not much of a baby anymore. I’m really proud of the card I made him. I hope he tapes it on his bedroom door like he did with the card I made last year (it featured a few Get Fuzzy comic strips).