A few months ago, I went out with George the dentist (which always makes me think of the line from Rudolph--I want to be a den..tist). I went out with him once in Nov and had the second date in Feb. He drove about an hour from his house in bum fuck NJ--remote, but it is at the beach. We had sushi, went into the city to the New Museum (I'd been wanting to go for a long time), had hot toddies and went to a client's bday party. It was fun; he was cool (it was all gay men and he didn't freak out).
We got back to my apt about midnight and by this time I was sleepy and in slightly buzzed mode. We were lying on my bed on top of the covers semi sleeping and I got up to change. Went into the bathroom and came back in pj bottoms and a tank top. He was now under the covers without a shirt. He said I hope you don't mind me getting comfortable. Of course not. I got under the covers and put my head on his chest and my hand inadvertently hit his thigh and I felt skin...as in no undies...as in naked. I thought....nahhh. I turned over and went to sleep. INFO--we had not made out, as in our tongues had not ever interacted. My lips had because every time he pecked me, he would flick my lips....if that sounds remotely sensual...reread and really think about it.
Later that day, we were texting and it came up that he doesn't ever wear underwear. I thought--OK, this man brought his toothbrush and toothpaste to my house but no underwear??!! He brushed his teeth at least 5 times in 18 hours. Do all dentists obsessively brush? Ironically, his teeth were on the funky side.
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