What’s the first thing you notice about someone when you’re out on the town? Those surveyed added that they thought well-cared-for teeth were a good indicator of overall levels of personal hygiene – definitely an important consideration in a potential mate. A study with a slightly more in-depth look at how the alignment of teeth can affect the first stages of dating was conducted at around the same time.
What’s the thing that most attracts you to that person who may become the love of your life? Some 1,047 Americans over the age of 18 were asked to look at three pictures of people with either straight or crooked teeth, which were randomly selected from a bank of 16 similar images.
Your teeth get naturally yellower and darker as you age, so a man looking for a partner to set up home and have children with could take this as an indication of age and fertility, or the lack of it.
Having said all that, the odd tiny flaw or chip in a tooth can be endearingly individual and maybe even enhance rather than detract from your dating chances.
The conference will relate these perspectives and will propose some comparison between particle physics and zen in an aproach understandable by everyone.
Zen teaches its followers to strip away their “layers” – their expectations, opinions and even beliefs – so that they can see the truth of who they really are and what they really want in their lives.
Not exactly rational but it was the best I could come up with. I’d had two peyote ceremonies with the same medicine man before, which were both “deer ceremonies” in the Apache tradition, one in a teepee upstate and one in Mexico. I’d worked through deep parental issues that were a part of my Saturn return, and sung in the dark wearing a white muumuu as I released the pain of my youth. Had my soul become a dark vault in the last few months? (I mean, half sex really, but…) Worse, after the ceremony the ass kicking continued for a full week.
She finished quickly, I didn’t let her touch me, and somehow I felt no guilt about it all. But this ceremony was different, in that I got a real ass kicking. I felt like I was having the worst period cramps in my life. My GF and I’s relationship was pulled apart and rebuilt, like three times. At one point Orian and I were sitting on a bench in the park and I was crying and she put her hands over her head and commented that her shadow looked like a medicine but the plant had obviously used her lovely spirit and they’d been in cahoots all week to school and teach me.
No, not because she’s hideous or I’m no longer attracted to her or dry humping is gross. But because I wasn’t supposed to be sexual / have sex for three days before my medicine ceremony! B) I didn’t tell her I was supposed to be celibate for three days prior to taking the peyote three days after. And C) Well shit, C is that I love her and she’s hot.
I found myself between a rock (or rather, a cactus) and a hard place.