Experiments in Grubbiness
You all may remember a post a bit ago in which I lamented some of the things I’d learned/not done since becoming unemployed; one of which was grow a goattee/beard. Yeah well.
See how I made it sound like it was really my decision? Wasn’t that clever of me? Especially when the truth of the matter is that ADG sometimes reads my blog and happened to read that little bit where I said I don’t really know what I look like with a beard and wanted to find out. She seems to have gleaned over the part where I also said that I don’t really know what I look like with red hair, but I digress. The point is that, fo rthe most part, guys are big wusses when it comes to female suggestion. I’m sure you already knew that.
Anyway, I’m generally not a big fan of facial hair; and, it being me who has it hasn’t changed my opinion in the least bit. I plan to shave it when I have a “real” interview, or when I just can’t stand it any longer. Presently, I’m a little over a week in, and almost to the early George Michael I Want Your Sex period. At this rate, I should be Grizzly Adams at about 2015.