The Dentist

“You only got one life; you can’t sit around waitin’ for your next life to start.”
— Lucille, Crazy in Alabama

I think I’m going to ask out my dentist. Do you think that’s weird? I mean, he’s only my dentist in the sense that I saw him for the first time about 10 days ago, after I got decked in the mouth by a line drive while pitching softball at a work picnic, and I have to go back to see him for a follow up in about 3 weeks.

We laughed and joked through the whole appointment; when I told him I’m a lawyer, he said, “Well, nobody’s perfect.” When I complimented his garden, which I could see from the exam room window, he said, “Would you believe me if I told you I did it myself?” I said, “Sure, I’d believe you. [Beat] Is it true?” He cracked up and said no. The first thing he asked me after he introduced himself was whether the male co-worker whose name I listed as having referred me was my “better half.” He touched my arm several times throughout the appointment. He doesn’t wear a ring, and my co-worker later told me he thinks he’s single. I think I’m going to ask him out. Part of me really believes he might say yes. Part of me thinks the “follow up” might be a complete fabrication on his part. Most of me thinks I’d better not get my hopes up.

The thing is, I really suck at stuff like this. If you know me in real life, you know that I turn into a giant puddle of dork whenever the moment comes that I have to talk to the guy I have a crush on. I blush profusely, I look anywhere but at his face, I stammer, I talk around what I want to say instead of just coming right out and saying it. It’s really unbelievable. Somehow, I got to be 30 without knowing how to ask a guy to have dinner with me. And I don’t know what I’m so afraid of: so he says no? Big effing deal, right? At least I put it on the line.

I want to get better at this, I do. I promised myself when I moved and started my new “real” life post-law school that I would stop waiting for things to just happen to me. There are things in life that I want, the big things – a husband and a family – and I finally understand that I have to make them happen for myself. But it feels really scary.

I have a plan for asking out the dentist. I have three weeks to psych myself up.

Or out. Bets?

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7 thoughts on “The Dentist

  1. You should totally ask him out. From your description, he wants you to.

    How hawt is hat, a dentist and a lawyer??

    Libby/Merlie

  2. Thanks for the link and for reading. As for the dentist. Go for it. What’s the absolute worst that could happen? He could say, “No.” Right? That’s really not so bad, when you think about it.

  3. I say go for it!! Can’t you make your follow-up appt sooner? Ha! I can’t wait to hear what happens.

    Love this blog!! 🙂

  4. Call him – it worked for my friend (except she was the pharmacist who received the call). I’m not sure how you’d get through the receptionist but if you specifically say that you have a question for him it should do the trick. Simply request tot alk to him rather than a technician.

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