An account of my ongoing attempts to slay that evil dragon (or is it just a windmill?), boredom. Comments welcome.

Location: Cliffdell, Washington, United States

I've done a little bit of everything. I hate pop music and I don't watch TV. I can't dance, but I mix a mean drink.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

On Dating a Dental Hygienist

Well, she's actually going to school for dental hygiene here in Yakima. Her name is Andrea, and she's adorable. The thing to remember when dating a dental hygienist is never to tell her she has a beautiful smile, or anything similar, even if looking directly at her when she's amused can be hazardous to your eyesight because of the glare from her blindingly perfect, white teeth. The reason for this is because instead of being flattered, she will immediately launch into a detailed description of exactly what's wrong with her teeth, i.e., "how can you say that, two of my molars are impacted and one of my bicuspids is recessed a millimeter!", whereupon you must refrain from smiling at all costs, lest she notice the lack of dental attention your (my) teeth have enjoyed for the last year and a half.
We had a good double date at Olive Garden last weekend, and when she comes back to town after Thanksgiving I'm going to borrow a two-seater snowmobile from dear old dad and take her for a ride. If she still likes me when we get back, then it could be the start of something better than the normal train wreck my relationships have been thus far. She's much shorter than I am, which might have been a problem if I hadn't completely lacked the coordination to dance with her, anyway. Observing the difference in height between my sister and her boyfriend, and also our mother and father, it's apparently a surmountable obstacle.


Blogger Katy said...

Adorable, eh? Sounds promising. ^_^ How did you meet? Friend of a friend? Or is she a local?
You probably won't have to worry about height except for (apparently) the occasional back twinge when you hug her, or whatever. My advice? Don't be stupid, and you'll be fine... just as long as you don't dump her off the back of the snowmobile.

November 24, 2004 at 9:26 AM  
Blogger Coder Myers said...

She is going to school with Brianne, who is Alex's wife; Alex is the foreman of shop I work at. I think Brianne knows every good-lookin young lady in Yakima, there aren't that many of them, after all.

November 24, 2004 at 9:43 AM  

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