When I was 29 years old, I was sentenced to 18 months of orthodontic appliances.
I didn’t need braces for cosmetic purposes. I’ve always been blessed with straight teeth. However, I’ve suffered from Bruxism since I was a teenager. Bruxism is a fancy word for teeth grinding. Say it with me now: bruk-siz-um.
But I didn’t just casually grind my teeth while I slept. No, I practically ate them. I chomped on those SOBs like they were Peanut M&Ms.
My teeth were so worn down from the constant grinding that my jaw became misaligned, it hurt, and my teeth began to shift around all crazy. The only solution was to wear braces.
Adult braces. The horror.
While I wore those braces, I had to visit my orthodontist every six weeks. But I didn’t really mind all of those visits because my orthodontist was HOT. Say it with me now: HOT.
I mean, if eyes and a forehead can make a person hot.
I never saw his face. When I had my initial consultation, I had seen a different orthodontist. But that guy transferred somewhere or another, and this fine piece of forehead took charge of correcting my bite.
I never saw his face during any of my appointments because he always wore one of those mask thingies. He also hovered over me upside down while I lay in the dental chair, but from what I could tell, he was rockin.
Stars shone in his big, beautiful, blue eyes. His hair was soft and brown and smelled of Pantene Pro-V. I could even smell his breath through the mask, and it was sweet like honeysuckle.
And his voice! Oh, his voice could charm the lock off of a chastity belt. His southern drawl reminded me of Matthew McConaughey’s sexy inflection. Anything that reminds me of Matthew McConaughey is alright in my book.
I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and pull his face down to mine so we could share one of those weird upside down kisses like Spiderman and M.J.
Except I was married and stuff.
Plus I had braces. Brace kissing isn’t a turn on for anyone.
I know. I once kissed a kid with braces. My gums hurt for three days, and I felt as if I’d done something terribly wrong.
Anyway, I looked forward to our visits every six weeks. And during that time, he was always covered with the white mask. I just focused on those beautiful starry eyes and the soft scented brown hair and the sweet drawl and smell of flowers that escaped through the mask.
The day came for the braces to be removed. There he was, hovered over me, as adorable as ever. It was a bittersweet moment. I would finally be free of archwires and the embarassment of donning metal on my 30 year old teeth, but I would miss those gorgeous starry pupils.
“Fantastic!” he exclaimed, removing the last bracket. “You are officially debraced, and you look wonderful.”
I blushed at such kind words in such a beautiul tone, slipping from what I could imagine were sweet pink lips.
I sat up in the chair, looked at my corrected smile in the mirror, and I turned to thank him.
Oh, the horror! The disappointment! The letdown! The oddly shaped nose! The weird lip! The haphazard beard and random pieces of pube-like hair protruding from his cheeks. My orthodontist wasn’t hot at all.
And this doesn’t mean I’m shallow. It just means that he was not aesthetically pleasing, bless his heart.
I absorbed the unpleasantness and tried not to look horrified. I also tried not to scream, “For God sakes, man! Put the mask back on!”
I smiled, thanked him, and then I ran like hell to the parking lot.
I’ve been debraced for four months, and yet sometimes when I dream, I see the attractive masked figure. We run through a field of cattails, hand in hand. We laugh as butterflies surround us, Carly Simon sings softly in the distance. We embrace one another and fall to the plush green grass, and then the mask gets caught on a twig and slips from his face.
I sit up in the bed, screaming with terror. I run my tongue across my smooth teeth, and I try to go back to sleep.
I hear those dental masks in bed can be a real turn on. You really only need to look at the dude’s eyes anyway.
You’re wise, girl. Just wise.
Maybe you have a doctor’s mask fetish, and no matter what he had going on under there would have been construed as a nightmare. Also, I too grind my teeth, but rather than braces, I have a jelly-like mouth guard I put in at night.
I ate that jelly guard. I have a retainer now that keeps me from grining them again.
You are hilarious, and kudos to you for getting through an 18 month sentence at age 29. I will never forget how awful my two years of braces were, and I was 13.
Thank you! It sucked, but I made it! 🙂
Random beard hairs on a man are about as attractive as random chin hairs on a woman.
True dat.
So so funny! Was your hubby the least intimidated by your masked marvel? I mean, before you saw the real guy underneath?
This was so well written!! Loved it!
Well, Hubby never knew. And he doesn’t read my blog, so he still doesnt know. Oh well.
Thank you!!
That’s a rather odd experience to have! I don’t like people putting their hands in my mouth and I hate going to the dentist as it kills my gums! 🙁 x
Yeah, the dentist sucks.
Oh, so funny!
I wore braces as a young teen, but my orthodontist wasn’t hot — he was my friend’s dad. Besides, my mom made my appointments at 7:30 so that I didn’t have to miss school and I totally fell asleep while he was tightening my braces. I probably snored…
I couldn’t imagine getting worked on at 730 in the am. I wouldn’t care how attractive ortho was, that would suck.
I am dying. First of all, your blog looks amazing. Love the new top part, whatever the hell that’s called. Banjos are expensive so you are a bad ass. Secondly, this is so funny I am at starbucks laughing when I should be writing my book. So thank you. Love your posts.
Thank you! The font/writing needs some work. I wish someone would show up with some Photoshop on their knee, cause I desperately need that shit.
Get back to work on that book, missy!!
(And PS- I didn’t really gank a banjo. It belonged to my great grand-parents. I thought it looked cool, though).
You’re hilarious Susannah. I needed a pick me up, so I read this twice. Love the imagine of a brace-filled upside-down batman kiss with a secretly “not so aesthetically pleasing” orthodontist. LOVE this. P.S. Yes. Your new blog design looks amazing, and I like your ass-kicking, banjo taking stink eye. : )
Hahah, girl. I was JUST looking at that stink eye and thinking, “I look like a frigging idiot.” I’m glad you appreciate it, though!!
That’s one hell of an image! Thanks for the comment 🙂
Oh this was so funny! My orthodontist was a large Swedish woman with a double chin. I never got to enjoy the same distractions during my visits as you. le sigh.
Love the new look on the blog! And this story is so funny, I was glad I wan’t drinking wine or I’d have lost some ;).
wasn’t
Seriously — you are too funny! I, too, often refer to awful facial hair as “pub beard.” Ugh — one of the other head debate coaches in my league had the worst pubic hair beard. I never bothered learning his name. For five whole years, I just referred to him as “pub beard” with my own assistant coach. Moral of that random story: I can be a real bitch.
Hahahah Boyfriend and I were just talking about teeth grinding tonight! Sorry your masked stud was more of a dud
the disappointment, but at least you have smooth, straight teeth now. Isn’t it the greatest feeling, your mouth feels so much bigger, I couldn’t stop touching my teeth with my tongue for weeks.
This story is SO well told. Hilarious. I just loved this one!
Holy frickin hysterical!
Oh geeze, I think this is one of my faves from you so far. It was so well told!
Great job!
You know how I feel about your writing… say it with me now… very fine storyteller. It’s good for us to visit your blog. It boosts our immune system – all that laughter.
I rarely laugh out loud, but I’m cackling over here. Pubes on his face!! Love it!
This was so funny! Great post. I had braces for most of high school, and my orthodontist was hot with or without his mask so I was not expecting the unveiling!
This was so very funny. I loved it.
It sounds like a really bad switch was pulled on you when he took that mask off.
Bwahaha! At least he had that “fine piece of forehead” going for him. 🙂 Ellen
Yup. My husband may yet wind up in this position. He has a night guard, and he’s fighting it, but the man G-R-I-N-D-S
Hope your fixed bite prevented the grinding. A mouth guard isn’t very sexy either. I was right there with you in imagining his hotness and I deflated the moment you did. I so felt the ewwwwww factor here. Your story’s always crack me up. It’s the way you say stuff! Pubes on the cheek is a perfect example!
lol! Oh the horrors indeed. I think there are faces that should have a mask attached. Well, you could honestly say his eyes were his best feature, right?
Sia McKye OVER COFFEE
My orthodontist was definitely not hot. At least you had the fantasy to get you through all those appointments. Getting braces tightened – ouch!
Thank goodness he kept the mask on until the end. I think he did it intentionally to let you make a clean break from him. I mean, how awkward would it be for all of you if you started stalking him. I mean, that would just be weird, am I right? I say you should thank him!
(BTW, I love the way you tell a story)