Had I known my new dentist looked like George Clooney, I would have made my teeth cleaning appointment months ago.

I knew something was up when I walked in to the dental office and the waiting room was almost full.  I paid my copay and had a seat but I forgot my book so I zoned out and just looked at the people waiting for their turn.  But here's the thing - there were mostly women waiting.  Then I noticed the lot of them were pretty well-dressed and made-up.  It was about this time that I remembered I was wearing my old jeans and a plain white T. 

One by one the women were called back and my appointment time came and went.  Forty-five minutes later, my dental hygienist called me back and apologized for the delay. 

She explained that the new dentist was taking a bit longer than normal because he was checking everyone's chart and going over their oral history.

"No worries," I replied.  She cleaned my teeth and then put the chair back upright while I waited for the dentist to come in and do his exam.  After about ten minutes...

He walked in.  Hand to God he was a dead ringer for George Clooney.  I then realized that my mouth had dropped open.

"Hi Mia, how are you today?" Dr. George Clooney's twin asked while putting on some manly purple latex gloves.  Wow, I thought, he knows my name!  (Oh yeah, it's right there on my chart.)

"Fine?" I squeaked.

"Just fine?  It's so hot outside isn't it?"

"Yes?" I squeaked again.

"I'm going to put you back in the chair and check you out now," the dreamy dentist said.

"What??" I flustered, perhaps a little more alarmed than necessary.

"It's routine," he explained.  "Your chart indicates you've been having problems with that root canal.  What's going on?"

"Oh, it's fine.  No problems." I tried to say in between the metal tools clicking on my teeth.  I thought that this had to be the most unsexy view of my mouth ever.

"Well, your gums are healthy and your teeth seem really strong," he continued.  I now felt like a horse on sale at the local 4-H show.

"Thank you?"

After more of him chatting and me staring in to his blue/gray eyes (and up his nostrils), he concluded the exam and pronounced me good for six more months.

"I'll see you, Mia, take care of those teeth and remember you really need to floss more often." 

"OK," I said while vowing to be the best flosser ever.  He walked out of the room and the hygienist came back in. 

"Here's your new toothbrush, floss and oh, here, let me get that for you," she said while wiping my right cheek with the blue bib that was clipped around my neck. 

Great.  What the heck was on my cheek and was it there the whole time?  Sigh.

George Clooney's fabulous photo posted above can be found on Keetsa.com