FANTASTIC. COULD I GET YOU TO OPEN A LITTLE WIDER?

TJ has made himself an appointment to come and see me for a dental checkup, and I have been given permission to do whatever I feel is necessary.

I work for Dr Evil, and therefore we are heiniously expensive, and all my figures get monitored, so I can't discount anything, not even for family. (I do try to do things for free every now and then for some people. I worry that working for him makes me evil by association.)

Dr Evil's practice is also not even in Sydney. I work in Mullet Country.

He must really like me.

DATE NO. 2

Arranged to meet in front of Town Hall steps. While waiting, I was treated to a delightful display of 2 drunken Aboriginals swearing at the top of their lungs whilst being cuffed by police officers. Exciting!

TJ had been sunburned over the weekend and his earlobes were peeling. -1

He insisted on paying for drinks. +1

He also insisted on paying for dinner but eventually let me pay when I said no. +1

He had no idea how to choose a wine. -1

He likes olives and anchovies on pizza. +1

His teeth are not so bad on closer inspection but could use a ZOOM. Neither + or - 1

He bought me another drink. +1

He didn't ask me if I wanted dessert before asking for the bill. -1

He asked me out again. Since the score comes to a grand total of +1, I said yes.

BACK ON THE HORSE AGAIN?

First date with TJ tonight, or considering it's past midnight, last night.

We met up at about 6ish in a trendy little suburb, about 5 minutes from TJ's place. We had coffee, the conversation flowed reasonably well, then dinner. I have a fondness for Japanese food and despite the fact that TJ doesn't think it's that great, he wanted to take me to a Japanese restaraunt. This was followed by more coffee.

I remember thinking the whole time - "I wonder when his last dental visit was?...hrmmm...."

This is a problem - I could never ever ever seriously think about having a relationship with someone with poor oral hygiene...and from across the table, his oral hygiene seemed fair...but who knows how much subgingival calculus could be lurking interproximally??? The thought of it is unnerving...

Anyway, after coffee, he said he would walk me back to my car, but he took a detour to a small sort-of park area where he held my hands, and kissed me - lots of tongue. (Why do men think that women enjoy having a tongue thrust straight into their mouths?) He's not a bad kisser, but the whole time I was thinking "I hope he's not high caries risk...I hope his mouth isn't colonised with periodontal pathogens." That was the good thing about MC being a dentist...I knew his oral hygiene was impeccable.

He told me I was really cute. Which is fine. But I've always wanted to be a hot, sexy bitch, and I think I'm doomed to be "cute" forever.

...

The tongue harbours a lot of pathogens you know...

...I had to brush my teeth and floss and soon as I got home.

Anyway - do I like him? I don't know...I feel kind of....beige about it.

Do I want to see him again?....Sure, just to see what happens and to get to know him better...It's kind of surreal...I haven't been with anybody in ages.

EXAM RESULTS:

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I need to re-print my business cards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ROAD IS LONG...

I finally finish these stupid NERD tests tomorrow. One more exam to go...it's been the longest week and a half that I can remember for a long time. It's crazy with the amount of complaining I do about Dr Evil and Bug-Eyed Stick-Insect With Superiority Complex, but I'm really, truly looking forward to going back to work.

All study and no human interaction make kissaki something something...

In other news, I am becoming wracked with insecurity and doubt regarding my date with TJ.

On the lighter side of the news, my mother is lamenting that I am trying to become more qualified because I am "scaring all the men away."

...

Boo.

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I was sent this ages ago by The Drummer. I'm putting it up for the benefit of any dental people out there that may find it as amusing as I did.

TJ and I have organised our first date for the weekend after next. (First weekend after NERDs.)

I haven't done the "first date" thing in so long.

Dream or disaster?

I'll let you know.

LIBERATION

I was at The Institution today, doing some last minute cramming for my big NERD test when I saw a group of dental nurses walk nearby.

The nurse in the middle had short black hair with red streaks through it and I was struck with the feeling that this was Faceless Ugly Work Girl. She was short, older looking, wore glasses, spoke to her friends with an accent and was moderately unattractive. (I know that sounds mean, but I'm just being honest.)

I asked Looking Down, and ascertained that it most probably was FUWG.

And then I realised - I don't care.

I feel FANTASTIC.

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To change the topic, another cartoon:

NERD tests start on Tuesday. Having to study is driving me absolutely ker-aaaazy. I'm already qualified...so why am I doing this? Stupid bloody ambition...

Interesting conversation with TJ on the phone this morning:

Me: "I cried in Finding Nemo when the clown-fish eggs got eaten by the barracuda." (Don't ask why we were talking about this!)

TJ: (Quietly but still audibly) "God, you're so cute."

Me: "What?" (I heard, I just wanted to hear it repeated. Haha.)

TJ: "Nothing...I just wish I could see you right now!"

Ahhhh...nothing like some positive male attention to make you feel more desirable...

AH, L'AMOUR

I know it's old but I love this film.

NEW YEAR'S CELEBRATIONS

Lick, sip, suck.

Never again.