#4 Bad Teeth
I’m 26 so by now I’ve dated just about every smile there is. I’ve dated guys with perfect teeth. I’ve dated guys with crooked teeth. I even dated a guy who loved that his incisors were a little fang-like and I was totally okay with that. But BAAAAD teeth like one tooth that is half the size of it’s neighboring teeth, a tooth 7 shades darker than the rest, or serious snaggle teeth is a deal breaker.
And it’s not just the visual turn off. When I was 14 I got what I called my “David Letterman Teeth” bonded (if only I could have shaved down my “Jay Leno Chin”). I thought EVERYONE would notice that my seemingly huge space between my teeth was gone…they didn’t, but I did smile more in pictures just to show it off. I think since then I’ve had a problem with any guy who is at least making a comfortable living who hasn’t get around to getting his teeth fixed. Now, I’m not talking about fixin’ what ain’t broke and going out and investing thousands in “Denzel Washington” porcelain veneers—-yikes.
I’m talking about a guy with a very fixable problem who won’t fix it. I mean, he HAS to know, right? Even if he won’t because he’s just so comfortable in his skin I think I’d have to let him go. I’d like to think that I could over look a dental nightmare, but I might just be that shallow. Plus maybe I deserve to not have your snaggle tooth distracting me during every conversation for the rest of our lives.
