Keep those molars clean
I wonder, am I the only woman who’s husband is infatuated with woman of a certain profession? I am not talking about any of those professions. His is Dental Hygienist. I don’t know if it is the metal teeth cleaning implements or the amazing ability to tell you your number thirteen bicuspid is sensitive to cold and citrus. I guess it could be the quick veracity with which they use dental floss.
He can pick his dental hygienists out from miles and years away. When we lived in Logan, one time we drove by her apartment. He then knew where she lived and told me that his dental hygienist lived there. Not just his dental hygienist, he knew her name, he probably still does.
Now the new dentist has a cute wife and several cute hygienists. He has a favorite. One time while we were at Cafe Rio, he pointed her out at the table across from us. I did recognize her but could not place her, he however knew her.
I guess I beat out all the cute dental workers, and I am glad. Besides, who wants to scoop pancakes out from dental cleavage with floss anyway. And the stinky breath, I would rather die than deal with that all day. But if jj ever gets single again, I am sure that he will start scoping himself some dental honey’s.