A new relationship. God, your lover is wonderful. The way they pick their toes while watching the tube is just sooo cute! Can't think of anything but jumping their bones. You even love kissing them-full on-sans brushing, first thing in the morning.
OK. That lasts about a week. Now it's difficult to look at them without a good morning brush. But, your dental bristles are cross-town...so you put some paste on your finger, rub like hell, race to the kitchen and quick-make a pot of coffee and down some toast. "My breath's not so bad after that first cup of joe." Right. You swear to yourself, "never again."
But, it does happen again because you meant to pack a toothbrush but were late for work this morning and didn't get back home before beginning the night's illicit pleasures and you wanted to stop and buy one but your lover just had to get you home and why don't you just use theirs and you think because theirs looks like it lost a twelve round bout with the Osmond Family and, "Oh God!" it would be so much easier to just leave one here permanently BUT....
...How do you bring it up and What Does It All Mean?
