Back in 8th grade health class, I remember one day when the class was split, guys & girls. In the midst of awkward sex ed discussions, I remember being told to make a list of qualities & attributes we would seek in a potential spouse. We were encouraged to put both character and physical traits. Even then I had "clean shaven" on my list of preferences. No big surprise then that 5 years later I fell for a knob from the Citadel.
For those not in the know, Citadel freshmen (aka "knobs") get to sport a bald head their first year. That's not what I had in mind by "clean shaven." But that also means that there wasn't a hair on his chinny chin chin.
Fast forward a decade. And I find myself quite uncomfortably married to the Mountain Man of the South. Ugh. I don't know why exactly my dear husband has decided to sport this hairy look. Truly, though, as far as looks go, he can pull it off. But that's as far as I can go. I hate the feel of it.
I have not hinted. I have not worried about his feelings on the matter. This has been one situation where I have not been subtle: I have told him outright, "I do not like the beard. Please shave it off."
Instead, he came home tonight with a beard trimmer. UGH. He's serious. He keeps telling me, "It'll get softer. I've read about it." I told him I don't care. I don't like it. I can't kiss him, not more than a peck. It feels icky to me. I could handle his occasional goatee, but not this.
So what's a girl to do? Any suggestions.
stop shaving…everything. see how he likes it. 🙂 it'll either work or you'll look like the grizzle adams family.
hahaha, yesssss! Exactly what Ginger said!