Apparently, I don’t smile when I’m being nasty. Which begs the question: Who the hell smiles when they’re being nasty?
You and me both!
My eyebrows naturally curve slightly downward, making it look like I’m scowling if I have my face in it’s normal, “relaxed” position. As a result, I’ve trained myself to lift my eyebrows slightly whenever I have to interact with people, but sometimes i forgot to, or they’ll see me at my computer and assume I’m upset at something I just read.
I’ve also been told that I’m a fast talker. I’ve never noticed, but apparantly it’s so bad that many times people have to tell me tl slow down because they can’t tell at all what I’m talking about. It’s not my fault that my brain moves faster than my mouth! The thing is, is that I actually do pronouce all the words in a sentance. So if you pay close attention, you can understand what I say, because the words are seperate, not jumbled. But people are just too lazy to listen better.
I was also told by two of my ex’s that I have a very nice ass. I disagree. I can have every woman from now till I die tell me my ass is nice, and I will not agree and just assume they are being nice to me.
People who know my dad comment on how much I resemble him.
I grew up in Southern West Virginia, but had little trace of the accent even as a child - people are still surprised to hear where I’m from, usually.
I’m sometimes a hand-talker, but not usually.
Sometimes when I’m talking to someone one-on-one, I’ll fidget with things around me distractedly even though I’m listening to every word they say. Happens with some people, not others. Strange. I suppose it’s when I’m bored or nervous.
I don’t know if people notice, but I sometimes have trouble making eye-contact, too. I start out naturally enough looking someone in the face, and then start to self-consciously wonder if I’m looking at the correct part of the face, and it just deteriorates from there.
I’m strange.
I also talk with my hands (nope, not Italian), and have a distinct walk - Apparently, I walk very fast and just look very intent on getting where I am going as quickly as possible. This probably comes from the fact that I try to walk places as much as possible, rather than taking the T.
Also, apparently I look Mexican. I worked at a restaurant that had many people from Mexico and many different South American countries (mostly Brazil). Very often, people would speak to me in Spanish or Portugeuse (sp?), then would switch to English when they realized I had no idea what they were saying to me. Finally, one of the guys who worked there explained that “I had a face like the Mexian girls” (direct quote), that reminded him of the girls he knew back home.
I’m not sure what about me quite looks Mexican (by birth I’m mostly Irish, English, and Scottish, with a little Polish and German thrown in). I’ve very pale (not unheard of in Mexico, but not exceedingly common, either). I do have very dark eyes, lashes, and eyebrows, though. My lashes and brows are black, and my eyes are so dark they generally LOOK black. Maybe it’s the shape of my face…oh well, who knows!
My laugh and/or my sneeze.
I used to work in one of those corporate cubicle farm-type places. I’d laugh or sneeze at my desk and would get e-mails from someone across the building floor saying either “Gesundheit!” or “Quiet down!”. All in good fun, of course.
What’s interesting is that while my laugh and sneeze may be loud, my speaking voice is more on the quiet side.
Whenever I’m listening to music, especially show-tunes, and especially especially when I’m singing them, I hold my hands a particular way and act like I’m conducting. I can keep the beat without doing this, but it helps, and it’s a habit. I also (allegedly) look like Jack Skellington, but I think people only started noticing that when I played the undertaker, Mr. Sowerberry, in Oliver, and I played him a bit like Jack, complete with rising dramatically from within a coffin.
We must have the same demeanor. People also tend to assume I’m arrogant even when i’ve never spoken a word to them.
My gait; I tend to walk very fast, up on the balls of my feet; a friend once said she recognised me ‘from the feet up’ in a busy street as she happened to drive past.
Okay, upon reading zweisamkeit’s and Draelin’s replies, I conclude that we need to form some sort of club.
** The Pale, Busty Women with Distinctive Hair** Club
My hair gets me recognized from a distance. In fact, I put it up under a hat for field day at school last year, and one of the parents asked my students where I was. I was standing right next to her, so I tapped her on the shoulder, and she said “I didn’t recognize you without your hair!”
Up close, my eyes (so brown as to almost be black) and my skin (you can see all my blue veins underneath). I’m not so much white as translucent :eek:
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Hey, I’ll join! I’m rather shocked that no one has come in and posted that they require proof for this “busty” claim. 
And my hair has been even more distinctive since I dyed it a bright magenta red (temporary). And yes, I have a pic of it, if anyone wants to see. Which reminds me: my glasses are also rather distinctive (at least around here, anyway).
My ass. I’ve gotten comments all of my adult life from random strangers about my ass. Usually it’s from men walking behind me or at gas stations.
People who actually have manners often compliment my eyes. Then they proceed to tell me what they look like. hee hee. Yes, I’m aware there’s a gold circle that is in the middle of the blue part.
My wife is not the first woman to tell me that I have a… uh… rather satisfying… er… you know… umm… girth.
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Me too. Apparently I “bounce” when I walk. Go figgar.
When I was a little kid my mother always said I had long eye lashes, but they seemed pretty normal to me. They always did brush my glasses if I pushed the glasses up to where the opticians always try to put them, though. Still, I didn’t pay much attention. The I changed hairdressers a few years ago, and the new one, Barbara, kept commenting on my very long eyelashes every time I had my hair cut. Then I remembered that two or three times people had asked me if I was wearing false eye lashes. I guess maybe they are longer than average…