Yesterday morning a great thing happened. I finished off a tube of toothpaste. Toothpaste always seems to last forever and as someone who likes to shop for beauty products, to need a new one was exciting.
Because of our litigious society, everything now has plastic safety seal on it. But toothpaste doesn’t. Its pretty much open for contamination. You just unscrew the cap and go to town. I felt brave squeezing it onto my toothbrush and realized that starting a new relationship is similar. There’s risk, there’s anxiety, and yet at the same time, it can leave you feeling refreshed.
Of course, I’m a firm believer that opening toothpaste is a lot easier than opening yourself up. My best friend, fresh off a bad marriage, is falling for someone right now. I think it’s great, she’s so excited. It makes me a little jealous, to be honest. When you’ve been around the block as often as I have, truly unique experiences are hard to come by. I’ve had affairs, both big and small, lots of sex, lots of flirting, and some heart break. And lately it feels as though it’s blended together like the whitening agent, the cleansing, and the fresh Scope gel of my Crest toothpaste.
The thing is, I’m not even looking for the next “big thing”. I’m happy with the relationship plateau I seem to have reached. Its safe and I like it that way. But I met someone a few weeks ago, and it’s got “potentially serious” written all over it. I’m conflicted because I’m not sure I want it. It would be a big step, to actually admit someone was more than just a fuck.
And then I think about last night, brushing my teeth with a fresh tube. There was no safety seal, but nothing bad happened. I got water on my shirt. (I use my hand to get rinse water. When I try to use a cup, I gag. Apparently I can only calm that reflex when there’s a dick in my mouth.) And I think, maybe it’s time for a fresh start, a new tube of relationship. Maybe.
Moral of the story, it’s hard to be bitter when your breath is minty fresh.