My Dentist Accidentally Thinks I'm Gay (But I'm Not)

Here's what happened: I started going to my dentist (who is hot and gay) (there's a lot of that floating around SF) right around the same time my friend started taking her daughter to him. His office was right near Turkey's office, so when my friend was going for the first time, I left work at the end of the day and met her there.

We didn't realize it at first, but he thought we were a lesbian couple. Then after a couple of times of going, when he'd wave me goodbye while saying, "Say hi to F & H!" I mentioned it to F. "Do you think Dr. S. thinks we're some lesbian couple?" She thought for a minute before nodding.

You only go to the dentist every six months (assuming everything is fine), so all of a sudden it's two years in and too much time has passed and we can't tell him that actually, neither of us are gay at all. It would make him feel awkward and embarrassed, and you don't want to evoke those feelings in a person holding sharp things in your mouth. So now, when I go to the dentist, I'm sort of gay.

This is sort of a spin-off from above, but I love that my dentist (and his people) never lets anything hurt. Someone recently told me they think there's a trend now for dentistry to be more spa-like and less hurty and scary. Lots of people have huge dentist phobias like mine. If you will be in San Francisco and have a dentist phobia, please feel free to reach out to me and I will be happy to go with you to my dentist who will not hurt you, and I'll hold your hand through the appointment. My hot gay dentist will be gentle.