  Teeth Friendly I had an interesting weekend! However, there are some things you should know first. Okay, let me start by saying that after years of going to my family's dentist, the same dentist I've been seeing since like I was a pre-teen, I decided to get a new one. (A new dentist that is. ) My last few vists with my old dentist were less than satisfactory and I simply couldn't take it anymore. So, my aunt, who had work done on her teeth a few months ago, recommended her dentist, Dr. Allure.
Yes, Dr. A-L-L-U-R-E. At first, I was like, he sounds like 007's dentist or something, and I laughed and entertained myself with his name. It was funny! Really! Dr. Allure. Say it! Okay, I'm crazy...
Anyway, so I call and make an appointment and the receptionist is like "Well, Dr. Allure requires that all new patients be evaluated. " In other words, to get my teeth looked at, Dr. Allure has to approve. I was like, WHAT THE FUCK?! I couldn't help but think if that was even legal. I mean, can he do that? And if so, why?
Is he afraid of crocked teeth? Tartar? Hell, buck teeth? Not that I have any of those problems, but he's a dentist! He shouldn't fear teeth! Geez!
So I agree and my evaluation is on Saturday at 11am, but I was convinced that I was going to ask him about his little rule when I met him. Saturday comes around and I'm nervous. I get nervous when going to see any doctor, it being a dentist or not. I just don't like them! Doctors scare me, really. I just try to avoid them as much as possible.
Anyway, I'm at the dentist office and after doing all the paper work for the receptionist, I get called in. I'm sooo nervous, hungry, and just plain worried he is going to say 'NO' to me about my teeths or something of the sort. The dentist's assistant is a young girl and a typical dentist assistant in every single way. Let's call her Elle. She's little, not blonde, but very clueless. She is bubbly and the happy-go-lucky type with a huge, extra white smile, and a killer body.
(I just know she had one because she had everything else! ) Elle gets me prepared as I sit on the chair and wait for the doctor to arrive. She asks me what kind of music I like, and I respond by saying "Huh? " as in, why-are-you-asking-me-that-question? And then I think maybe she is just making conversation, which could be the case. However, I have a thing about making conversation with women, mainly don't.
One thing usually leads to another, and by the time I realize what is *really* going on, she asks for my number and I have to tell her that I love men and have no use for her vagina. That didn't happen. Elle explained that they have a large selection of CD's and that I can choose what kind of music I want to hear during the dental session. I was literally in awe. I mean, wow, no crappy dentist-office-I-heard-this-on-an-elevator-once, music?? She took out a list of the collection of music they had, and again I was in awe.
And, I couldn't make up my mind! There were so many good choices! From freaking Aerosmith to Madonna! (Neither of which I would want to hear! Too intense and too pop-slut-ish! ) I chose Train's Drops of Jupitor.
I just love that CD. So, anyway, I tell Elle that Train will do and that they have quite a selection. She replies by telling me that the doctor is a 'big music buff' and that he likes all types of music. Very cool! I must meet this Dr. Allure immediately! Shortly after, my natural nervous nature faded as I waited anxiously for the doctor to arrive.
A few minutes later, I met Dr. Allure, the dentist with the funny name and strange rules. However, I am not laughing as he enters the room. I'm more mesmorized by his entire existence. Dr. Allure, 007's dentist, is like a total, absolute, fine piece of real estate-I'm-gonna-get-me-some-man/hottie/holy mother of Cher/gorgeous man! Tall, dark, young, handsome and with the hands of a surgeon. And I know this because he touched me!
Well, my face, or rather, jaw. (I had a little stubble too, but he didn't seem to mind! ) He massaged my jaw and told me that my jaw line was in excellent condition. If it had been any other doctor I would have totally said "WHATEVER, get on with it," but it was Dr. Allure, and I wanted more nice compliments and facial massages. Anyway, by this time I'm hooked as a fish on a fishing rod. No need to reel me in.
I'm already there! He goes on by telling me that my teeth are in great condition and that I have no cavities! (YAY! ) However, he deep cleans my teeths with his little dentist gadgets and sings along with Train. Yes, he sings. He tells me he loves Train and that their new album is great.
He has it, but has yet to add it to "the collection. " I'm not responding, but slightly moving my eyebrows and trying to hold still. I'm also trying not to be obvious with the suprise in my pants. Yes, I had wood, aka an erection. And, thank God for relaxed/loose jeans! I would have hated to be wearing my tight 501's and be all noticable!
Then again, he was so close to my leg, I could have sworn I felt HIS erection too. Oh doctor! Anyway, after the session came to an end, he asked me if I had any questions. "Of course," I said, "I have several. " I asked him if I needed braces, (only after my ex-dentist said I should consider getting them; to him, I now say, fuck you! ) but Dr. Allure said, "No, but you definately need to get your wisdom tooth pulled out, or you will probably need braces, because the wisdom tooth will push your teeth forward.
" I cringed. It was devistating news, but I completely undstand. (I'm having that done...soon. ) I asked him if flossing after each meal was good, and he said, "Yes, but only if you're careful and don't obsess about doing it. " WHAT? I laughed slightly and took a little offense to it.
I mean, okay, so I obsess over things--whatever! Teeth should look pretty. You only have one set of them, so you should keep them looking good. Dr. Allure goes on by telling me that a lot of people obsess over their teeths and think they are doing good to them when they aren't. Hmm. That is understandable, I suppose.
Anyway, I ask Dr. Allure if I've been 'approved' to see him again, and he laughs and slightly shakes his head. He touches my arm (first he touches, then strokes it, and then gently taps it. It was a 10 second heavenly getaway! ) and then leans into me to tell me that "the evaluation" is to get "a better understanding" of what he "will be dealing with. " He tells me that he's "a dentist and not a God," and that he "can only do so much to help people," which is so true. (Now, why didn't I think of that?
) He then extended out his hand and helped me out of the chair. The dude get's a thousand points for that friendly gesture. It was so nice of him! I usually have to crawl out of the dentist chair. Then he extends out his hand again to shake mine, smiles, and tells me to have a great day and that he looks forward to our next vist. I'm like mesmorized by his charm and walking on clouds in that moment.
If I had been a whore, I would have done numerous things to his body, mouth, and, well, you get the picture, in that single moment! However, I'm not a whore, therefore, I will simply fantasize about him and I in several possitions, instead. I swear to God there was sexual energy in that room! I know he was hard. I just know! I have a new dentist now.
Dr. Allure, with the alluring eyes, great personality, awesome smile, and the world's greatest hands. He's a great singer, smart music buff, and friendly flirt, who's also teeth friendly if you ask me. Now, I must retire. It's late and I need to go floss. 
