Flight attendants, and other women your boyfriend saves a creepy little smile for

THAT sickly, ingratiating grin isn’t for everyone. It isn’t for you. It seems to specifically be for women employed to serve him, like these:  

Waitresses

Over she comes, asking if you’d like more drinks, and there his face goes. His voice drops an octave, his mouth contorts into a strange shape and his eyes meet hers with full force. He knows you’re sitting there but can’t help simper about how wonderful the Aperol spritz he was just whinging about is. She doesn’t react. She sees this every day.

Flight attendants

Children are less needy for attention than boyfriends on long-haul flights. She’s forced to endure his requests for pillows and flight information and has to remind him to fasten his seatbelt every time because it means she looks at his crotch. He spends eight hours with an insincere smirk screwed to his face, swapping it for a face like a slapped arse the moment he disembarks.

Nurses

Nursing staff are under enough pressure without having to deal with a man with an unnatural beam fixating on them. You can’t visit an elderly relative without him flashing a sordid smile at every one that passes and boasting of his own good health which, given the circumstances, is pretty f**king tasteless.

Police officers

There’s a little back-and-forth going here: his soulless smile is acknowledging her power over him but finding it sexy, while she’d love to club him unconscious but isn’t allowed. You’re the witness to this unsavoury interaction and keep being glanced at as if the nauseating expression on his face is your fault, rather than a borderline sex crime.

Barmaid

The woman pulling pints is the female worker your boyfriend saves his creepiest smile for. Because he’s in a pub, he thinks there’s an extra level of sickly behaviour allowable. Fortunately an in-built resistance to pervy boyfriends is part of the job and she ignores his fixed grim becoming a little more grotesque with each pint. She isn’t paid enough.

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Past-it old bastard includes you when referring to 'people our age'

A FUSTY old geezer seems to be under the mistaken impression that you and he are in some way contemporaries.

Nathan Muir, aged 39, was approached by acquaintance Norman Steele at his town’s local festival and was happily engaging him in conversation until Norman dropped the bombshell that he believed the two of them to be alike in decrepitude.

A shaken Nathan explained: “I honestly don’t mind talking to the elderly. I used to have a grandad knocking about, so I know what they’re like.

“I know Norm from swimming and we get along fine discussing the state of the roads, teenagers with their speakers on the bus, these bloody e-scooters, neutral topics like that. Then he goes and ruins it.

“I mentioned how I’d done my back in running – running, being active, like young people do – and he says ‘Aye, well it happens to people our age.’ Ex-f**king-cuse me?

“He’s got no hair and wears tweed. I may have a few flecks of grey but I’m positively youthful. He wears a gilet. I wear big jeans and have tickets to Pinkpantheress. We are not the same.”

Steele, aged 55, said: “I remember that age, when you’re still pretending you’re in touch. I’ve seen how big he has the text on his phone. Next time he puts his back out, it’ll be from yawning.”