I’ve been more than absent lately! I promise to be better, life is CRAZY busy right now but I need to get back to writing.
Well, it happened. He walked in and lo and behold he had bottom teeth in.
In case you missed the top teeth story you can find it here.
This happened a couple of weeks ago and I just didn’t know if I should embarrass myself any more than I already have or not. Well, it’s not like you guys don’t know a whole lot of embarrassing things about me already so I may as well tell you the second half of the story.
I didn’t have anyone else in the bar when he walked in, which was a good thing because it was one of those ‘oh crap’ moments. I knew immediately when he said ‘hi’ that his ship….I mean his bottom teeth….had come in. It was also a dead giveaway when he wasn’t wearing a baseball cap. I was thankful no one else was going to see this.
I poured his drink and proceeded to lean on the cooler and chit chat…….A LOT. I mean, honestly, I couldn’t even help myself. Again, I was staring and staring and staring. Not only had I never seen him without a cap on I had never seen him with ALL his teeth.
He was very quickly becoming an object of my affection and I could not stop myself. I heard myself say “So, where have you been?”, “Oh is that where you always hang out?”, “How are the house renovations coming?” and “I’ll have to come have a drink with you sometime.”. What?? Did I really say all those things? I did and he found it very entertaining, I could tell, he could not stop smiling. Seriously, I have no idea what got into me with this guy. It’s amazing what teeth do for some people.
Well, after about 20 minutes of making an ass out of myself I actually got control and had some normal conversations with him. I’m not sure that helped undo what damage I had done but I sure hope it helped. He left with all parts and pieces in tact and I didn’t even look at his backside when he walked out.
He hasn’t been back since. NOT a good sign.