My husband has it. He isn’t tall (5’10), doesn’t have a deep voice and has the belly of an aging athlete. He was a skinny, short kid; a sidekick until his twenties. His presence, it seems, was deliberately manufactured rather than organic. He plays every sport and his posture and strut reflect it. His arms and shoulders are huge, so he takes up a lot of space. He’s good looking and women make fools of themselves for his attention, some men want to fight him for this. Every waitress, hairdresser, and secretary gives me the stink eye while trying to engage him. Gay men cruise him at the mall and give me withering looks. He makes an impression on men because of his physicality and appearance, on women because he looks like a good time.
But his presence is due to his famous smile, which he is nicknamed for. It’s blinding. He is constantly joking around and teasing, laughing and having fun. Kids and dogs love him. He’s always invited to parties, vacations, golf foursomes and shows. His voice is expressive and loud; he do great voice overs for cartoons. Think Charlie Day with a slightly deeper tone. But only slightly. His voice is hilarious, and he’s aware it’s funny, uses it to his advantage. He’s a ham, makes a lot of racket, invites strangers in on conversations with acquaintances, makes a huge production of goofing around with the baby in stores. The baby is a prop for the Husband Show. Everyone thinks they know him, they shake his hand, ask his name, then leave grinning. Even a quick trip to the grocery store is an event and every public venue is his stage. He takes a sour expression as a personal challenge and engages the shyest, most unpleasant people and he wins nearly every time. Everything can be quickly turned into a wisecrack, and he uses a fair amount of self-deprecating humor, too, which people find endearing. He is utterly full of shit, but he has so much fun and includes absolutely everyone in on the action. He is pretty irresistible. Man, it’s exhausting. But it’s admirable, too.
I have it, was born with it mostly because of my posture and my love of strangers. My parents were pretty famous in our small town, so everyone thought they knew me, too. I got stuck a lot answering twenty questions about my family. I’m not shy at all. I’ve held several jobs which required me to be in charge of large groups of unpredictable felons, so carrying myself with authority is a habit. I’m tall, make eye contact and ask questions and don’t share much about myself. Like my husband, I grin constantly. Unlike my husband, I’m not a flirt and I rarely tease anyone, never say anything negative outside of my home. I’m the person lost kids and stray dogs run to, and unfortunately I’m the person that troubled, ill, depressed, or crazy people confide in. I’m the sin-eater and I’m so good at finding something honest and pleasant to say about even the most miserable people I should turn pro. I attract some tragic stories while my husband is getting digits, but I get all the hugs, and I love that.