On Saturday night, around two in morning in Four Flame Lane, I ducked and weaved through the crowd to gain access to the bar. While I waited for wanker-barman, a girl propped on a stool to my right caught my attention. She stared.
“Hi,” I said, acknowledging her gaze.
“You’re braces are so sexy,” she replied. I asked myself if this was an excuse to engage me in a conversation.
“Really? They are so bloody sore,” I replied in a depressive tone. I pulled down my lower lip to show her my lower-brace. “I got this bad boy last week. I can’t even chew at the moment”.
“It will be worth it in the end.”
“I keep telling myself this.” I forced a smile.
“I got mine taken off last month. Getting braces was the best thing I ever did. You won’t regret it”
She smiled, pried her lips apart and flashed her recently acquired assets, turning her head from left to right.
“They’re really beautiful,” I complimented.
“Thanks,” she said, this time with a genuine smile.
“Have a great night!”
With a second smile, she turned and rejoined the conversation of her group.
It is no surprise Girl at the Bar noticed my braces as sharply as she did. Since embarking on my magical, wonderful trip down Orthodontistry Avenue, I see countless adult-brace-wearers every week. My “brace-dar” is more accurate than my gaydar. Even with atrocious eye-sight, I can spot an adult-brace-wearer at fifty feet. On an evening when I felt low, the exchange with Girl at the Bar perked me up, so much so I want to start the EmBrace Campaign. My EmBrace campaign is to encourage adult-brace-wearers to do just as the girl in Four Flame Lane did; give a little compliment to lift sagging spirits. I am going to do just this: When I spot an adult with braces – and it won’t be out of place for me to talk to them – I am going to ask about their treatment, how it is going and remind them that all this pain will be worth it in the end. A little encouragement is needed; while orthodontistry is a long and painful route, it is guaranteed to eventually leave you smiling.