I hated braces on my teeth when I was a kid. I was very sensitive about them and it seemed like they lasted way longer than they were supposed to. One day when I was 15 my mom picked me up at school and took me to the orthodontist to have them off. When I got back to school, Richard Drake, who I had hung out with every day for two years, said, “Where were you at lunch?” I smiled and said, “I went to get my braces off.” He said, “You had braces?”
First I was pleased that my braces hadn't even been noticed.
Then I was disappointed that Richard hadn't noticed. Hadn't he ever even looked at me?
Then I was concerned that being concerned about Richard noticing me or not was a bit gay and I'd better quit it. Had I ever noticed him? Not really. I shook my head like a wet dog and went to class having turned a pleasant moment into a bad taste. Mission accomplished.