Okay so I debated this one big time. Hot Dentist seemed like a good guy. He’d been in my mouth. He was totally flirty. He asked me out on a date.
Part of me didn’t even want to tell this story because it seems like a little… mean, I guess?
I mean he’s a sweet, accomplished guy. I don’t really have anything super bad to say about him. I didn’t even know how to handle this when it happened.
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So. Hot Dentist.
I better just spit it out, huh?
So Hot Dentist and I were off to a good start.
He was a very hands-on dentist. Mucho flirting. We went out – since we work out at the same gym. In my mind that was kind of a date. I wore cute clothes, there was sweating.
But oh boy, that was so not our first date. I have so the weirdest way of confirming that.
And… yes, I do mean strange. Like, when you hear the whole story, I reeeeally want to hear what you think of this whole situation.
Post workout, I’d say like a few weeks later, we were sending a text here or there and it was nice and I honestly told him, hey, I’m busy with x/y/z. Store. Life. Etc. But we finally nail down a date time. Dinner and a movie. That’s pretty standard. Ya gotta do dinner first because you can’t talk during the movie, and it may not be an original sort of date (going to work out seemed like he was an exciting data) but little did I know just how he was going to blow my mind.
I get ready for the date. I’m wearing my go-to Louboutins, red bottoms for this girl’s confidence!, and a slinky black dress that wasn’t revealing but it was like sexier because it didn’t give it all away.
I did a soft brown and copper smoky eye in contrast to bring out the blue in my eyes. My hair was sleek and smooth and frizz-less (a miracle in and of itself).
I felt really damned good about how I looked. Polished and appropriate, because I always got this vibe from Hot Dentist, he wasn’t a run of the mill perv.
He never sent me dick pics or really horrible, heavy breathing type texts. No, he seemed gentlemanly.
Ha. Ha. Ha… I wasn’t wrong.
I’ll cut right to it, the man… showed up. At my door.
With his mom.
He brought his mother on our first date (more on that “first date” bit in a moment) but okay so he shows up looking quite nice. So does his mother, to her credit she was wearing a gorgeous Chanel suit.
Allowing myself not to be taken aback I accepted the compliments… and introductions.
So, we head off to dinner. He walks next to me but his mom keeps pulling his arm. Okay. Weird. Not great.
But I start to think… maybe this is an incredibly awkward moment for him, too? Maybe his mom is having a terrible day and he offered to bring her along? I don’t know. Surely there’s gotta be some kind of explanation, I rationalize, and I let myself just try and enjoy the date. I give him openings to say something to the effect that this isn’t what he intended.
His mother excuses herself after the salad course and he leans closer.
So of course I think this is it, he’s going to tell me, oh poor Mom is distraught today, sorry I brought her along.
No, he leans in and runs his hand over mine on the table. “I’m so glad,” he says, “that you don’t mind that I brought my mother on our first date. See, my last few dates didn’t go for it at all, but how am I supposed to date a woman who can’t make nice with my mother?”
I was stunned, Angels. Now I am a firm believer in that if a man isn’t good to his mother, then he’s not worth dating. I mean, don’t you agree?
But this was just so weird.
I gulped, smiled, and said, okay, I have actually had a good time with them this evening. His mother is funny and charming, as is he. Maybe I’m being too judgmental and while this is weird, I should just relax about it all.
But then I start to think… no, this is odd. He pays more attention to his mother than me during the date, at one point, it seems like since she wants to talk about a problem she’s having at this social group she goes to… one of the women there insists on drinking a glass of white wine even though they’re serving red meat.
Big problem right?
I don’t roll my eyes but I tell myself, yeah, this is weird.
But Hot Dentist says, “okay, mom, sure, but I’m on a date with Lana.”
Ha. So he does remember.
His mother huffs a little and peruses the dessert menu.
Hot Dentist actually starts flirting with me more. He says, “I’m so glad we found time to do this finally. Maybe we should skip the movie and go back to your place, or mine?”
That wouldn’t be so strange if it weren’t for that big, oh so important fact. His mother is there.
She raises an eyebrow at me. “You don’t want to eat any of this dessert, then you’ll be back in my son’s dentist chair in no time.” His mother huffs.
He says nothing. “I certainly don’t need the extra calories or sugar,” I say with a small laugh.
“So shall we go back to your place?” Hot Dentist asks.
And I blurted out, “Is your mother coming there too?”
Hot Dentist stops and thinks.
And his mom raises her eyebrows and throws her hands up in the air, tossing her napkin onto the table. “Well of course I need to see the home of what kind of woman my son needs to date!”
Nope, nope, nope. I smiled, thanked them both for a nice evening, and got a fucking Lyft home to tell Nat and Alexis ASAP about this weird fucking night.
So yeah it was weird. But like I kinda get where he’s coming from, too, and maybe he and his mom have a weird relationship but I didn’t tell this story right away because it just seemed kinda mean. Like, oh shame on the last man on earth who’s polite and kind…
But yeah maybe needs to cut the cord, too.
Weigh on this Angels? What do you think?