Back in 1990 I had left my first husband in Hollywood and headed over to Los Feliz area of Los Angeles. This complex was known as a singles place.
Every Saturday and Sunday many of the tenants hung around the pool area. We would take turns making drinks at someone's apartment and eat some goodies at a table near the pool or order pizza.
One afternoon I had too much to drink and invited a male tenant back to my place for what I thought would be a rendezvous. During a make out session before I even got to foreplay, I felt dizzy and realized I was going to get sick.
I excused myself and went to the bathroom, shut the door and tossed it all up. By the time the toilet was finished I realized my bottom partial dentures had gone into the toilet.
Here was a guy waiting in the other room for some hanky panky and all I wanted to do was get my teeth back. Quite the embarassing situation. I had to go out and tell this guy while I had my hand over my mouth that I did not feel well.
I called a friend in the complex asking where the toilet emptied out so I could search for my teeth, but turned out that was not really an option. I called my Dentist office for an emergency and learned he was in Australia on his honeymoon!
I worked at an Investment Banking Company in downtown Los Angeles and had to go to work with my bottom teeth half missing until my Dentist returned and I got a new pair.
I am now on my second set of full dentures and have the first set and the last bottom partial dentures. I don't want to take any chances of losing my teeth ever again, especially during an intimate moment.
This was most likely the most embarassing moment I have endured, or at least one I can recall.
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A) alcohol can put a damper on romantic moments
B) always have a back up dentist just in case
C)Keep spare change in your pocket, spare keys in your purse and spare teeth in the bathoom
D) Don't throw up until after the guy leaves
He had just turned 22 when I met him, and he might have had a full set of dentures even back then. But I know that he did by the time he had turned 23 because one of my friends told me that he did. I hadn't noticed, and he hadn't told me.
But I soon learned a story about him back when he was in college.
As I've already mentioned, this guy was squeaky-clean--but he decided it might be fun to find out how it felt NOT to be so squeaky-clean, so he went out drinking with some of his college friends one weekend night.
The college they went to was a Christian one with strict rules--but kids have a way of getting around the rules, it seems.
At that time, he only had a small bridge--I think it was his top teeth and the ones in front and just to the sides of the ones in front.
His drinking made him sick, so he asked the person who was driving to stop the car quickly.
He ran into a near-by cornfield and spilled his guts--and passed out soon after that.
He woke up the next day all hung over--and missing his teeth!
Fortunately, the one driving the car had been sober enough to remember where this guy had gotten out and spilled his guts.
He was able to locate his pool of puke and found his teeth swimming in it!
Fortunately, you don't flush a cornfield...
Oh the stories I could tell about flying dentures!
Someday, maybe I will win the lottery and be able to afford implants..
Amanda, been there, done that. Enough said.