We spent the evening looking at that tube of toothpaste. It sat there on the bathroom counter, mocking us, telling us that we could have beautiful, whiter teeth. Yet we used it just yesterday and when we looked in the mirror, our smile is no brighter than it was before. How could they have lied to us? I wanted to be that handsome model in the commercial. His teeth sparkled and the ladies never declined when he invited them to his pad for breakfast after a night at the clubs. But I’m still that guy, the creepy one, who sits in the corner and studies the dancing, gyrating bodies, wishing that one special girl would finally see his inner beauty and want to sit down next to him.
