Hi! I’m Dan. I’m 6’4″, 33 years old, and I still wear my retainer every night.
I got my braces off when I was 13. My orthodontist handed me my retainer and told me to wear it as long as I wanted my teeth to stay straight. So here we are.
When I die and am laid to rest, I’ll be wearing my retainer. My obituary will read: “Dan loved his wife and together they raised three great kids and several dogs and cats. He took care of his teeth and his teeth took care of him.”
I’ve been running for even longer than I’ve worn orthodontia. It’s my favorite way to get across town and my favorite way to catch up with old friends. Running—not wearing orthodontia.
My best friends are all runners, but I’ve never dated one. I’ve always been drawn to people through other shared interests: things like books, summer camp, and not overcooking eggs.
I mentioned summer camp. Day camp, computer camp, running camp, camp camp… yes, please, and thank you, to all. It’s less a place and more a way of being. Maybe you know what I’m talking about. Maybe I lost you at retainer.
But if I didn’t, let’s meet for coffee. We just might hit it off.
One thing before coffee, though: are we on the same page about not overcooking eggs?