I thought there was only one type of dentist- older men with soft voices, salt and pepper hair, often reminding you of your dad or your grandfather. But since I’ve moved to New York I’ve realized that this is not the case at all. Dentist can be big strong gentlemen with a full head of hair, great sense of humor and a beautiful pair of JCrew slacks. So obviously, I’ve now fallen in love with my dentist.
I first met my dentist one early Tuesday morning when I was diagnosed with a cavity. I was ashamed that I could not have had a better set of teeth for him but I was also excited that I would soon see him again. For our next meeting, I wore something a bit more presentable, and flossed my heart out. That next meeting, we formed a strong bond, my dentist and me.
I found that my dentist is a considerate man. Before fixing my teeth any further, he asked if I was all numbed up, acknowledging our friendship with a squeeze of my shoulder.
My dentist is a protective man, yelling at the hygienist when there wasn’t enough suction and I choked on my own spit.
My dentist is quite the flirt too. We laughed about his musical choices to accompany his work- smiling over those bands that we agreed on and rolling our eyes in regards to those that seemed blasts from the past. “Oh Pandora!” I said in mumbled chuckles through the cotton swabs.
But mostly, my dentist is a kind and gentle man. He wiped up my drool for me with a soft swipe of his hand on my cheek and he ignored when I missed the spit cup. So romantic.
His firm handshake and sexy voice only made my attraction to him stronger. And the inability to see an indention of a wedding band through his glove was such a tease.
In my numb stupor I pretended I was reclined back on the couch with him watching the latest episode of Bones, his body so close to my head. I fell back into a joyous haze, my fantasy easily muffling the sound of drills and scrapping metal inside my head.
And then it was all over. We set our next date to meet and he took off his gloves. No ring. An audible sigh from me.
When I told my friends about my hot dentist they told me I should go for him. Lucky for me, my filling seems to still be sensitive and I might have to go back sooner than planned. My charm must have distracted him for doing his best work. Or maybe that was his way to lure me back in…
So what do you think? Should I go for him? I’ve been thinking of the worst “dentist-themed” pickup lines ever. All of them are dirty. Seriously- try to think of one that isn’t. Isn’t it difficult??
Have you ever fallen in love with a D.D.S? What about a M.D? What should I do??
Your tips and recommendations are greatly appreciated. Until then, I’ll be daydreaming about my D.D.S….
Tagged as: dating, hygiene, love, New York City, relationships
