Whenever I want to get a bit more serious about my job search, I shave off my goatee: it's quick, easy and does not require any intellectual effort. So I did today, and then found out when I met Dr. Bitful for coffee in between appointments, that he fancied me better with facial hair. That he likes men with goatees. That he really is very very much into goatees. That I should ask his ex-boyfriend how much he nagged him to grow one.
I think we're going to call the whole thing off until the whiskers grow back. Besides, it's true that I look like a twat when my chin is naked and I'm wearing a suit. Moreover, if I look in the mirror now I can see my father - which is not an entirely pleasant experience.
I would not be totally opposed to spreading manure on my face, should it help speed up the regrowth.
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Tuesday 29 April 2003 at 9:51 am
You clearly need to visit these people: http://www.partyconnection.co.uk/acatalog/Party_Connection_Moustaches___Beards_11.html
Wednesday 30 April 2003 at 5:07 am
I empathise with Dr Bitful. I myself suffer from beard-related anxiety syndrome. I live in perpetual fear that blokes I work with will grow whiskers, and I'll suddenly, uncontrollably find them attractive. Strangely, the effect is less pronounced when they had beards to begin with.