NOT my dentist

Last night was of the toss & turn variety. Why? This morning I had my first dentist appointment in a shockingly long time. I happily go to the eye doctor because I have beautiful eyes. The tooth doctor scares me simply because I do not have beautiful teeth. And I have this abnormal fear of an imagined conversation after I leave their office..."can you believe that girl's mouth? why didn't she ever have braces? and what about those gaps in the front?". But, pride had to be set aside because a tooth had chipped around an old filling, and it hurt. I called around & thought I found a decent office.
The first words (as in before "hello" or introductions) that came out of my new dentist’s mouth today: “I’m not much of a Dolly Parton fan (I was half browsing through a magazine that had her picture on the cover). I mean I know she’s blonde and has got it all (?!), but she’s just not attractive to me…doesn’t even make my Top 10. I like blondes mostly, strawberry blondes are alright…brown can be okay, but not too dark and definitely not black. I think Heather Locklear would be my number 1, really.”
Nice to meet you, too. Don’t mind my dark brown hair, please. And I’ll try not to be sorely disappointed that I have zero chance of making your Top 10.
Other lovely tid-bits from the three hours I spent with this man who will not become my permanent dentist:
- Hands & drill in my mouth, he asked a question. When I didn’t reply (obviously!), he cleared his throat and high-voiced a “thank you very much dr. ____, you’re so good at this.” His tools were out by this time, so I offered a swift, “Thanks for answering for me.” To which he replied, “That’s what we men are here for - to speak for our women” (…and I thought I had escaped that “our” by the blessed darkness of my hair).
- I picked up that he was divorced…as was his cute assistant. One conversation he initiated with her mid-drilling: “When I needed a dental assistant, I knew I wanted someone good, but I didn’t know God would send me someone so good-looking” (sidenote: she was blonde).
- She was later talking about a movie she wanted to check out to watch with her daughters this weekend. He: “I’ll come over and watch it, too, if you make popcorn.” She: “I don’t like popcorn” (I wouldn't be surprised if it was *that single moment* that decided her on the popcorn issue).
- Later still (did I mention that I was there for 3 hours?): "Last year I dated a woman who had horrible teeth. I started working on them...did like $20,000 worth of stuff, but she broke up with me half-way through, so it was really awkward to finish it all."
Maybe they talked about my not-quite-pearly whites after I left, but I comfortably think I have more on him than he does on me. Diseases of the mouth come in a wide variety. Evidently.
Reader Comments (26)
I had to have Keith come read this. His eyes were just big, he shook his head and said, "Wow."
Lucky you to be a brunette!
ew, ew, ew. that is all i can really muster.
other than, it is bad enough to go to the dentist (sorry keith) but to endure THAT for 3 hrs? oh my.
and, at least you knew you could blog about it. did that help? :)
Seriously!
The last two sentences...brilliant...I'm dying over here. I think you should send him a "no thank you note" with Heather Locklear on the front.
Anyway I will email you an invite to view my blog.
gross....
I agree with the post about sending him a "thank you" with Heather Locklear on it!!!
Dare I venture a guess that you will not be risking any more dental encounters anytime soon?
And PS: I am willing to bet you have beautiful teeth. How about you SPT them?
And I thought MY 3-hour dentist experience was bad... you topped it for sure. Hope you find a better dentist soon!