Australia, March 10, 2000
Say 'Ahhh' for Jonathan
You want pearly whites? See this man.
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Once I figured out who he was (at first, I though he was the
Devil who I'd partied with the week before), Jonathan turned out to be the
coolest dentist I've ever met.
Yes, like an amazingly large percentage of my present friends, I met him via my website. Also, like so many of my web-met friends, he wasn't the most comfortable telling his other friends how we'd met. Kinda funny that there is still a stigma associated with meeting someone virtually first. Anyway, there I was with Jonathan, chilling in his hometown of Wollogong, Australia. He'd invited me down for a night of drinking at the aptly named "Uni Bar" on the campus of the local university. Also in town that night was a friend of a friend, this low-English knowledge Italian guy who did not conform at all to the Italian Stallion, lover-boy stereotype. The three of us managed to talk to several girls, in declining appearance, until I found myself talking to a Australian version of the Wicked Witch of the West, nose wart and all. That capped it for us, and we scooted home asap. The next day, dawning bright and clear, had John peering into my mouth with powerful pneumatic tools, which I was glad he was trained and experienced in using. Thanks again for the check-up, but our friendship plateaued when you brought out the drill. It's hard for me to bond with a man whose job is to inflict pain. Still, if you are ever on the East coast of Australia, grab a piece of white cardboard, a marker, and spell it correctly: Wollogong. Your smile will be glad you hitched there, as will the seagulls by the best fish & chips shop in Australia. |
