Last night I went out with Grocery Boy and you know what? I had fun. He did mostly the right things; he picked me up, he arrived 10 minutes early and we went to have sushi. So far so good.

We were so enjoying the conversation that we barely noticed the waitress getting annoyed as she wondered if we were going to order anything at all. It was shaping up to be a very nice evening when I, of course, had to go and say something wildly amusing. He laughed an open mouthed laugh and there, there on the upper right side of his mouth just passed his two front teeth was something darker…possibly rotten? Yes it was a gross, discolored, possibly rotten tooth.

eeewww…

…and everything was going so well.

I decided I shouldn’t let that ruin the evening. I was still having fun, he was engaging and asked me interesting questions and I actually found myself trying. So I put it out of mind and tried not to be quite so funny. He was sweet and smart and kind of goofy, in a good way, and the conversation flowed until he drove me home. I kissed him on his (left) cheek and he said he would like to see me again. I agreed to a second date and went to bed wondering if I could ever kiss someone with that kind of foulness growing from their gums…