To Beard or not to Beard: That is the Question

I have always been a “no beard“ kind of girl. I’ve never really liked them. Even when I was a child my Uncle Johnny had a beard and I didn’t like it! I was OK with his crazy porn star mustache that he grew on occasion but never the beard!

As I started to date, all my girlfriends knew that I liked my men tall, with a great booty (yes, I am an ass gal), and clean cut. I thought that was pretty good for my physical criteria. Many women have a list a mile long!

When I met Earl he met the criteria right away. And then to learn that he goes to the barber shop every week to get a cut and a shave blew me away. I just love touching that absolutely clean face after he gets a shave. Sure, on occasion he would do a very neat skinny beard and even try a mustache on, but the hair was always tight, the next and cheeks smooth and never ever a bushy or long beard!

Fast forward almost 20 years and one week he comes home unshaven. This would happen a few times a year. I would always ask: “why didn’t you get a shave?”

The answer was always then same: “I am just letting my face rest.” Without a doubt the following week it would be all clean and smooth.

But this time was different. The next week he came back and it still wasn’t shaven. And I, like I always do, asked: “why didn’t you get a shave?”

This time he said: “it’s movember I’m just gonna grow it for this month babe.” OK, I get it. It’s for a good cause: men’s health. I can survive to the end of November. UGH. Buck up woman, it’s just a month, then it will be gone again. Well November turned into December, and then the new year and even my birthday in January and he still wasn’t shaven!

Months went by and he would ask me if I liked it as it grew longer and bushier. I would definitively tell him that I hate it! I even tried crazy ways and threats to get him to shave it but he wasn’t taking it off. And he wasn’t getting as many kisses as he would normally get, LOL.

Fast forward a whole year and it’s January again. That goddamn beard is still on his face. I’ve given up. I love him but I hated his facial hair! Of course, as a strong minded and outspoken woman, I thought I had told him a MILLION times I hate it. The Saturday ritual always had him getting up and go to the barbershop even at this point. He’s not a clean-cut man anymore, but at least he still got his hair done well. LOL

One Saturday, right around my birthday, I heard him pull up returning from the barbershop and went over to unlock the door and let him in. Before he could even get in the house I saw his face. The beard was gone!

And I started to cry. Touching his smooth soft skin, saying over and over, “it’s gone.” In that moment he realized how much I really truly hated the beard.

I truly love Earl and even if he had that damn thing on his face today we be together. But I am so glad he appreciates my dislike for it and has chosen to keep it off ever since. To beard or not to beard: that is the question. Are you a beard gal or do you prefer your man clean-cut?