Slick and Shiny

March 6th, 2008; 9:28 PM

Current mood:rejuvenated

So I'm sitting in the chair, leaning back, with my eyes closed. I always close my eyes. It somehow makes the experience better for me. Less awkward and strange. I don't know why anyone would do it with their eyes open. I mean..what is there to see?? There's a poster of some tropical isle tacked to the celing. And maybe that visual is helpfull for some people. But I think I would spend too much time making uncomfortable eye contact with the masked person, hovering above me, scraping my teeth. And besides...who want's to do that? I would much rather close my eyes, grip the handles, and try to relax.

The whole thing is a strange mixture between stuff I hate and stuff I love. I hate to open my mouth for extended periods of time. In honesty..the only other time I do that is when I'm giving a blow job. And I'm sitting there wondering why is it my lips are so dry today? I put on some Burt's Bee's right before she started scraping, but it all soaked in I guess..because now her tools are sticking to the sides of my lips. She holds one tool...the little round mirror on a stick in my mouth as she's working. And I realize that it's not only to see around the corners, but also to hold back my tongue which has decided to invouluntarily hold a wrestling match with this intrusive scrapy thingy. I'm trying not to. But seriously...my tongue just seems to follow her little tools around and lean up against them. I try to relax. But my tongue will have none of it.

When I'm all done..I love it. I love the feeling of my teeth when they are so slick and smooth under my tongue. I feel like I want to french kiss somebody just to have them notice...how smooth my teeth are. Not that that will ever happen because really now..who licks the other persons teeth when they kiss? -Hopefully no one. But still..I want to kiss with my new mouth. I smile a lot too. I catch myself looking at my teeth in the mirror, wondering if they are a shade whiter than before? Perhaps.

I also think back to my promise to god. I don't remember how old I was...but when I was a little kid I made a pact with god (which I broke) that if I went to the dentist and had no cavities...I promised that I would brush and floss every day for the rest of my life. I hope god is forgiving. It would really suck to go to hell all over a childhood pact regarding flossing daily. I won't make pacts like that so frivoulously again. But I do wonder if I can at least make it to my next cleaning in September, brushing after every meal, and flossing daily? So far I have.