I went to the dentist today for the first time in ages. I have been trying to remember how long it's been since my last visit, I think I was about 16, so that will be 12 years!
I've not been because I have never felt the need to go. I take the same approach to running a car; I don't take it to the garage unless it breaks* and my teeth haven't broke. I've never had toothache (except for when the wisdom teeth came through) and they haven't fallen out or had bits snap off.
I only went today because Clare convinced me that I should, and besides, her and Georgia were booked in for a check up anyway.
The result of my visit is no change... Apparently I have "good teeth" and there are no signs of any problems so far. I have made it to 28 without having anything done to my teeth at all, I was expecting at least one filling!
* Actually if it breaks I tend to do the work myself, but that doesn't work as an analogy for dentistry