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So would you judge him before knowing the cause of his tooth loss? What if he was a great guy that you considered and you were under the assumption that they got knocked out, but you later find out that they rotted?
I regularly take care of my teeth, but they do not have enamel, never have, just grew in that way. They are prone to damage - but my teeth haven't rotted out yet.
Nope,, if you read what I said,
if he lost his teeth because they rotted out due to lack of care heck no, no way, ick ack yuck
It says very straight out LACK OF CARE read before you judge sweetie,,
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So would you judge him before knowing the cause of his tooth loss? What if he was a great guy that you considered and you were under the assumption that they got knocked out, but you later find out that they rotted?
I regularly take care of my teeth, but they do not have enamel, never have, just grew in that way. They are prone to damage - but my teeth haven't rotted out yet.
Nope,, if you read what I said,
if he lost his teeth because they rotted out due to lack of care heck no, no way, ick ack yuck
It says very straight out LACK OF CARE read before you judge sweetie,,
But how would you personally know until you were on a deeper level? It might not be any of your business knowing about their teeth until that relationship formed.
But sorry! To each their own, just struck a cord. I need to keep remember "different strokes for different folks" or whatever the saying was. No harm!
If he were kind and good to me, went out of his way to be kind to others, was fun and funny, could carry on an intellectual conversation, took care of himself, loved animals (of all sorts), was willing to help me on my wild schemes
, was good to his mama, thought I was beautiful in every way and was proud to be with me,
well, he could look like Elmer Fudd and I would be okay with it. His beauty would come shining out every time I looked at him.
If he looked like Brad Pitt or Matthew McCaughnehey (whose name is impossible to spell...) and was a jerk and thought I was lucky to be with him, talked bad of his family, hated my chickens, and spent more time obsessing about his looks than I do... well, he wouldn't get the time of day from me. Who needs that kind of headache?
Looks are slippery. Character is not. I go for character every time.