I got my teeth cleaned, yo

Earlier this week, I decided to be volunteer patient for a Lil’ M’s dentist sister Dr. Hottie. She’s taking her final licensing exams in a few days, and needed someone to practice her toothy sciences on. Now normally, I have plenty of productive things to on a Monday evening, but instead I decide to head to the NYU College of Dentistry and spend the evening with Dr. Hottie working on my oral hygiene. Now the main reason I decided to do this is because I was led to believe that Lil’ M would be playing the role of Dr. Hottie’s assistant. Sadly, I was mistaken. I KNOW I KNOW that I need to spend more time watching Grey’s  Anatomy and less watching porn so I have a better idea of what the average dentist’s assistant wears at work.

Dr. Hottie and her business-suit-wearing fake assistant

So there I am, sitting on the awesome robotic dental chair. Lil’ M’s having an awesome time playing with the suction tube thingy stuck in my mouth. And Dr. Hottie is looking at my teeth with that judge-y in her eyes. And I yell back, “STOP JUDGING ME! IT’S NOT MY FAULT I HAVE HORRIBLE TEETH! IT’S INHERITED!” The maternal side of my family must be part British because we have the worst teeth ever. Discolored teeth, tooth decay, bleeding gums, cavities, worn or broken teeth- we have them all. And my father’s side of the family. They’re the Brangelina’s of a community of people that’s been cursed with bad teeth. My Dad though has got a phenomenal set of teeth AND he hasn’t been to a dentist a single day in his life. Sadly, natural selection doesn’t work the way I want it to or else, today, I’d be a heart-throbby rocket scientist working for NASA with a million dollar smile and an equally awesome paycheck. Instead I’m a lowly code monkey with no lateral incisors, an ugly nose zit thingy and a gift for digital stalking. Which is one of the reasons why I have had such long lasting relationships with my dentists. Yes, plural. My first ever dentist was a vision of ethereal, jaw-dropping beauty. Her stunning features, flawless face, and that killer smile melted my heart instantly. And when my mother saw that infatuated look in my eyes, she decided that nip the fledging romance and my evolving player status in the bud. And sent me to an all-boys school. And moved the family television to her bedroom. Because of, well, Sonali Bendre. Also, all of my subsequent dentists were dudes, even the dumbass ones that extracted the wrong teeth or filled the one that didn’t have a cavity. You hear that Ma? THAT IS THE REASON I’M STILL SINGLE AND YOU DON’T HAVE ANY GRANDCHILDREN YET!