Miss Red Shoes just wrote about being an eye-closer (or not). This brings back memories, via a newly discovered tic that pretty much ruins my vanity (here, and here).
I am noticing that my mouth opens up, the deeper I sink into the tango moment. (I took a picture of myself, to demonstrate this "look." But it's just too dopey to post.) I have seen this expression in other men, eyes glazed over, mouth open, as if they are about to drool at any moment. Lovely, I know. Just think, while you are in the perfect embrace, with your perfect leader, with your eyes closed, in that dream-like state that can only be in the tango, your leader, with his gaping mouth, threatens to drool all over you. (Great! That's something else for me to work on.)
Anyway, that's now. My memory is this: when I was ten or eleven years old, and I watched TV, my mouth ALWAYS opened up. Frankly, I must have looked like an idiot. My aunties (they lived with us, attending various colleges), would yell at me, "Close your mouth! You look like an imbecile!"
I hated that their admonishments interrupted my bliss, my one-with-the-television moments. If I had to watch what I did with my mouth, then I couldn't completely let go of myself. A little part of me would be checking, and where was the fun in that?
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I've seen the open-mouth thing on many ballroom dancers in the past. I think of it as "fish face", and it's funny-looking but usually goes hand-in-hand with bliss, so what the heck. :)
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