Watch The Teeth !

[jjkrkwood]

NO, this thread is NOT about blowjobs, but could be...

 

I have read many threads about various body parts and personal traits that guys find attractive, and either turn on's OR turn-off's. BUT, little has been said about "TEETH".

 

Personally, although I love a nice BIG cock, a great smile with GOOD teeth and mouth hygiene is VERY important to me. I am a big fan of kissing, and dont want to be kissing a guy with "jacked up" teeth or offensive breath. I feel if you can put so much time into working out and maintaining your body, a proportionate amount of time can be spent on your MOUTH. It DOES show, and is a reflection of you as well. Plus I am sure sure guys like a nasty mouth going down on their dicks. Maybe thats what "WATCH THE TEETH" means ???

 

Where does GOOD TEETH fall on your hiarchy of "must haves" ????

[Lookin]

Where does GOOD TEETH fall on your hiarchy of "must haves" ????

 

Right up there! And the bigger, the better.

 

Taylor Lautner, Ralph Woods, Richard Branson, and, yes, Jimmy Carter, are all guys I would gladly do.

 

 

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[Decatur Guy]

Oh yeah. Good teeth are a must. Although I don't like this trend of exceedingly extra-whitened teeth. It looks bizarre. (Like that guy on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition)

[seeker630]

I don't much notice TEETH (assuming they're all there & in decent shape) but a fresh, clean mouth & breath are very important to me, since I'm big on kissing.

[+ sam.fitzpatrick]

Yes - good teeth (not perfection) are a must.

[gcursor]

I won't lie. Teeth problems have been the bane of my existence for many years. I have constantly battled against my teeth issues since I was a child. I have had root canals in most of my teeth at this point in my life. I have taken great pain (LITERALLY) and huge amounts of cash to get my teeth to the point they're at now but it is always a battle that I am slowly but surely losing. Of course, it doesn't help much now either since I'm unemployed which will cause me to put dental work on hold.

 

A recent escort that I saw (and have so badly admired from afar for quite some time) recently for a few days said as I was taking them to depart that he wished I would have sank more money into my teeth than seeing him. I knew what he said was true but I tried to explain how I had always wanted to see him and wanted to make potentially this one time I saw him as great as it possibly could be. Even though I may be unemployed, I wanted to make sure that he understood how special this one encounter was to me. I had wanted to see this guy for months and dreamed about it. It didn't matter to me that I spent the money because I knew this was probably the one and only time I would see him. I only wanted to make sure that he saw me in the best possible light. However escorts don't understand how much of a constant money pit my teeth have been to me. I could explain the backstory but its boring & fruitless.

 

Still even with all the work I have had done, I've found it will never be enough. I'll never get to the "gold standard" that people want. The situation with my teeth is something that I am very keenly aware of and a key reason why I've never kissed any person I hire. I take good care of my teeth but people don't care how good you take care of them if they're not sparkling white. My teeth self-image is also a huge factor why I don't have "Hard-core" sex with many people I see either. First of all, I am embarrassed and second of all, I have too much respect for them to put them through issues that I have.

 

Like I said, somebody I hired told me that I should spend more money on my teeth without knowing what I spend now on my teeth. I do the best that I can but situations occur and things happen. I like it when people tell me I should spend more money on my health which I guess means they believe that I don't spend anything at all. They don't know what health issues I may already be fighting or that I may donate money to charity or help out my dad who is on social security..they don't know the backstory of my life. Sometimes I strive so hard for certain dates to work right but it can never be enough. If you drink then people may wish you don't drink. If you smoke then they wish you wouldn't smoke...etc...etc. I try to treat people I meet well in all respects but I know what they think as it has been said before to me. No matter how much money you spend on yourself, you will never attain the level of perfection that is needed.

 

Anyway it should be easier for me since I have doubts going forward that I will see anybody new. The last people that I have had the privilege to see have been my last hurrah and inside I knew it. Although I might not look the part, I have tried behind the scenes to do what I can to make myself as presentable as possible. However much of the time, it doesn't really matter. At least I got the chance to see some of the people that some only dream about. To me, that is all I ever wanted.

[JackTwist]

A man with beautiful teeth and a sexy smile instantly garners my attention for sure.

 

Interestingly, a recent Men’s Health study assessed 100 major U.S. cities on numerous oral hygiene-related factors to determine which city could claim the nation’s best teeth.

 

The Top 5 Cities with the Best Teeth:

Madison, Wisconsin.

Nashville, TN

Raleigh, NC

St. Paul, MN

Aurora, CO

 

On the other hand, Lubbock, Texas was not so lucky coming in dead last at number 100...

 

The Bottom 5 Cities with the Worst Teeth:

Lubbock, TX

Philadelphia, PA

Spokane, WA

Salt Lake City, UT

Jackson, MS

 

See where your city ranked here: http://www.menshealth.com/metrogrades/april08/teeth.php

[+ Shoreboy]

Gcursor what the escort you hired said to you made my blood boil and I found it not only highly insulting but also totally out of line.

 

My teeth are okay, but when I hit puberty I in herited psoriasis from my father. Since that time I have worked diligently on it and thus far have managed to keep it under control...so much so that people rarely even know that I have it. It has taken me many trips to various dermatologists, a nightly regime that to me seems to take forever to do and constantly reading up on the newest remedies for this non-curable disease that no one can possibly "catch" from contact.

 

I have learned when my psoriasis strikes, what causes it (such as a scratch on my hand or arm after I do some outdoor work) and make every effort possible to keep in totally under control.

 

But once I had an escort that I had lusted after for a long time and once we were both naked and he was massaging me he noticed a very small, white patch, no larger than a dime on my knee. He immediately stopped and yelped (yes that is the proper word) "what is that, I can't do this anymore, it gives me the creeps".

 

Of course the session went downhill from there and I spent some time trying to explain that is was psoriasis, it is something that no one can catch...and then I finally stopped trying to educate him since I knew I was not making any impact whatsoever.

 

I told him how disappointed I was with him and how insensitve I thought he was and how insulting he was to point out my imperfection....as small as it was.

 

I also went into a diatribe about how he has no idea what it is like to live with psoriasis and how much time, effort and money it takes to keep it under control.

 

He knew I was not only hurt but annoyed.

 

But, he was a class act, apologized and the session was excellent since it was almost like "make-up" sex as he went overboard trying to please me...and please me he did.

 

I did receive an email from his a few days later telling me that he had researched psoriasis and was now enlightened about it and would be a better escort.

 

We all have imperfections and we all have things we have that we would like to change...some are within our control and others are not....but I have learned over the years to be happy with myself and I always say when I have a flare up of my psorasis that if this is the only disease I ever have in my life than I will be most grateful.

 

So Gcursor I apologize to you on behalf of this insensitive escort since from what I gathered from your email your encounter was a sacrifice for you.

 

I believe that you cannot love another peson unless you love yourself first

[Pegasus]

Gcursor what the escort you hired said to you made my blood boil and I found it not only highly insulting but also totally out of line...We all have imperfections and we all have things we have that we would like to change...some are within our control and others are not....but I have learned over the years to be happy with myself and I always say when I have a flare up of my psorasis that if this is the only disease I ever have in my life than I will be most grateful...So Gcursor I apologize to you on behalf of this insensitive escort since from what I gathered from your email your encounter was a sacrifice for you...I believe that you cannot love another peson unless you love yourself first

 

So very well said, Shoreboy. I couldn't agree more.

[Phil_musc]

Thank you, Shoreboy. I come hear to learn and you have taught me today.

[+ Shoreboy]

Thanks for the kudos guys, but I would have to give all of the credit to my Italian grandfather and if you would indulge me I will share it with all of you. Sometimes the simplest of things can have a good influence on your life.

 

I am half German and half Italian and my Italian grandparents had a great deal of positive impact for my life's journey.

 

My Italian grandparents were imigrants that went through Ellis Island and finally settled in New Jersey on a huge plot of ground that my grandfather cultivated, planted a huge garden and had acres of different orchards with different fruits such as apples or pears or peaches and three or four of my favorite trees which produced the best cherries I have ever tasted.

 

As a child I loved going to spend weeks on end on the "farm" and helping my grandfather with his daily chores and every time we were together he imparted his wisdom...even though he never went to school a day in his life he was the smartest man I have ever met.

 

One week I was there it was time to harvest the early Summer peaches and I was so excited.

 

My grandfather and I went out to the orchard and he had two huge bushel baskets. He would pick a peach, examine it and put it on one basket, pick another examine it and put it in the other basket.

 

After doing this for ahwile I asked him why some peaches went in one basket and others went in the other basket?

 

He sat me down on the ground, like he usually did when he wanted to talk and picked one peach from each basket.

 

He took one peach from basket A and one from basket B and told me to tell him the difference.

 

Even as a young boy I could easily see the difference. The peach from the first basket had pure skin, was perfect in shape and had no markings on it whatsoever. The peach from the other basket was not as perfect in shape and had a small, brown spot on the skin.

 

He then told me that when people buy his peaches they only buy the ones that are perfect and even a small mark on the skin or a peach that was not as round as it should be they will discard it.

 

Then he laughed and took out his pocket knife that he always had on him and said to me "taste each peach".

 

I was amazed that the peach that was perfect was dry on the inside and had no juice and was not sweet at all. The discarded peach was juicy and sweet and had the best taste around.

 

He then told me never to judge people by what you see because just like his peaches the best ones were the ones with a small mark or imperfection.

 

That image has stayed with me for all of these years and has made me look at people just like I did that one grand day in his orchard.

 

By the way, the peaches he could not sell because of small imperfections became the best peach pies that my grandmother would bake.

 

So, through two peaches and a wise man I have learned a good lesson that during this holiday season impart to all of my friends on this forum

 

Here to all of us who are imprefect peaches!

[gcursor]

thanks

 

That was a great story Shoreboy. Thanks for sharing.

gcursor

 

Thanks for the kudos guys, but I would have to give all of the credit to my Italian grandfather and if you would indulge me I will share it with all of you. Sometimes the simplest of things can have a good influence on your life.

 

I am half German and half Italian and my Italian grandparents had a great deal of positive impact for my life's journey.

 

My Italian grandparents were imigrants that went through Ellis Island and finally settled in New Jersey on a huge plot of ground that my grandfather cultivated, planted a huge garden and had acres of different orchards with different fruits such as apples or pears or peaches and three or four of my favorite trees which produced the best cherries I have ever tasted.

 

As a child I loved going to spend weeks on end on the "farm" and helping my grandfather with his daily chores and every time we were together he imparted his wisdom...even though he never went to school a day in his life he was the smartest man I have ever met.

 

One week I was there it was time to harvest the early Summer peaches and I was so excited.

 

My grandfather and I went out to the orchard and he had two huge bushel baskets. He would pick a peach, examine it and put it on one basket, pick another examine it and put it in the other basket.

 

After doing this for ahwile I asked him why some peaches went in one basket and others went in the other basket?

 

He sat me down on the ground, like he usually did when he wanted to talk and picked one peach from each basket.

 

He took one peach from basket A and one from basket B and told me to tell him the difference.

 

Even as a young boy I could easily see the difference. The peach from the first basket had pure skin, was perfect in shape and had no markings on it whatsoever. The peach from the other basket was not as perfect in shape and had a small, brown spot on the skin.

 

He then told me that when people buy his peaches they only buy the ones that are perfect and even a small mark on the skin or a peach that was not as round as it should be they will discard it.

 

Then he laughed and took out his pocket knife that he always had on him and said to me "taste each peach".

 

I was amazed that the peach that was perfect was dry on the inside and had no juice and was not sweet at all. The discarded peach was juicy and sweet and had the best taste around.

 

He then told me never to judge people by what you see because just like his peaches the best ones were the ones with a small mark or imperfection.

 

That image has stayed with me for all of these years and has made me look at people just like I did that one grand day in his orchard.

 

By the way, the peaches he could not sell because of small imperfections became the best peach pies that my grandmother would bake.

 

So, through two peaches and a wise man I have learned a good lesson that during this holiday season impart to all of my friends on this forum

 

Here to all of us who are imprefect peaches!

[Lohengrin1979]

Thanks for the kudos guys, but I would have to give all of the credit to my Italian grandfather and if you would indulge me I will share it with all of you. Sometimes the simplest of things can have a good influence on your life.

 

I am half German and half Italian and my Italian grandparents had a great deal of positive impact for my life's journey.

 

My Italian grandparents were imigrants that went through Ellis Island and finally settled in New Jersey on a huge plot of ground that my grandfather cultivated, planted a huge garden and had acres of different orchards with different fruits such as apples or pears or peaches and three or four of my favorite trees which produced the best cherries I have ever tasted.

 

As a child I loved going to spend weeks on end on the "farm" and helping my grandfather with his daily chores and every time we were together he imparted his wisdom...even though he never went to school a day in his life he was the smartest man I have ever met.

 

One week I was there it was time to harvest the early Summer peaches and I was so excited.

 

My grandfather and I went out to the orchard and he had two huge bushel baskets. He would pick a peach, examine it and put it on one basket, pick another examine it and put it in the other basket.

 

After doing this for ahwile I asked him why some peaches went in one basket and others went in the other basket?

 

He sat me down on the ground, like he usually did when he wanted to talk and picked one peach from each basket.

 

He took one peach from basket A and one from basket B and told me to tell him the difference.

 

Even as a young boy I could easily see the difference. The peach from the first basket had pure skin, was perfect in shape and had no markings on it whatsoever. The peach from the other basket was not as perfect in shape and had a small, brown spot on the skin.

 

He then told me that when people buy his peaches they only buy the ones that are perfect and even a small mark on the skin or a peach that was not as round as it should be they will discard it.

 

Then he laughed and took out his pocket knife that he always had on him and said to me "taste each peach".

 

I was amazed that the peach that was perfect was dry on the inside and had no juice and was not sweet at all. The discarded peach was juicy and sweet and had the best taste around.

 

He then told me never to judge people by what you see because just like his peaches the best ones were the ones with a small mark or imperfection.

 

That image has stayed with me for all of these years and has made me look at people just like I did that one grand day in his orchard.

 

By the way, the peaches he could not sell because of small imperfections became the best peach pies that my grandmother would bake.

 

So, through two peaches and a wise man I have learned a good lesson that during this holiday season impart to all of my friends on this forum

 

Here to all of us who are imprefect peaches!

 

What a wonderful life lesson. This made my day.

 

Lohengrin

[jjkrkwood]

Shoreboy presents us with an important lesson in his "Peachy" story. Although I do agree with the message, Life just isnt TOLERANT of imperfection. Its a simple fact which I believe causes the greatest amount of stress in our lives..

[whipped guy]

Great Peachy Story... and the perfect lesson indeed... and relating it back to teeth... I wish that a lot of individuals would stop wanting that "perfect Ipana smile"... and I know that I just dated myself with that statement. There are so many great smiles out there... smiles that are not perfect, but exude all the magnificence and variety that nature has to offer... the square masculine smile, the rounded feminine smile, the rugged cowboy look where there might be just an ever so slight overlap of the teeth, the guy with the strong jaw type smile, the woman with the petite sweet look to her smile even though the teeth might not be perfectly even, etc.

 

Just like the "imperfect peach" all these smiles have character... and possess a certain indescribable type of beauty... a natural beauty… a quality that gives a persons smile “personality”. Now not all of us were blessed with pleasing teeth and very often a certain amount of intervention might need to be undertaken… and especially when issues of health are factored into the equation, but I dare say that due to the “intolerance of imperfection” noted above many individuals are walking around dissatisfied with a smile that is perfectly acceptable and in fact more striking and outstanding than something that is manufactured from a photo-shopped ideal.

 

Now this brings us to the “bleached beyond any semblance of reality smile”. While some judicious touchups are often a good thing, as nobody really wants yellow teeth… and current techniques can achieve that in a safe and relatively easy manner… I would rather see a natural smile than one which has been bleached so it is off the charts to what I like to refer to as the “current beyond white glow in the dark American Standard”… and think of where you see that logo emblazoned… and that’s just where most of those unnatural Clorox (I almost wrote Star-Water… but that would have dated me even more!) smiles belong!