I finally did it. At 32, I got braces. Not the kind that’s invisible. The kind with metal wires and clear brackets. So yes, they’re visible. And best of all I’m starting a new job on Monday. I think I had fooled myself into thinking that they’re not going to be that obvious. I guess they won’t be obvious if a person is standing at least 10 feet away from me. I survived the twenties. Finally, I feel like I’m at a good place, and now I’m feeling awkward again. I just have to remind myself that it’s only six months.
What’s going to happen to my social life? More importantly, making out. I’ve never had braces. How is this going to impact kissing. Seriously. Granted, I’ve had dry spells that lasted longer than six months, but they’re usually self imposed dry spells. And even during the dry spells, there are plenty of kissing opportunities.
And food. How am I going to enjoy food. I couldn’t even eat a pita with feta today. I did, but it was painful. What about meat. I love meat. I think I’m craving Brazilian BBQ already. All I did was eat soft foods and drink.
This morning, after I got the braces, I went straight to the gym. Claudio, the hot Chilean guy at the coffee counter said hi. I just waved and kept walking. We normally greet each other with a kiss. (I don’t kiss every guy behind the counter, just him.) I told him I just got braces. And he said, “I don’t care.” And he reached for a kiss. That was a sweet moment. I love my gym.