When I first met Doug he had a perm. Now of course I didn’t realize that the night we met. All I knew was that he had curly hair. That next morning after our shower I watched with great interest as he stood there with a pick, arranging his curls for at least 10 minutes. I was fascinated. (By the time I met Doug I had surrendered to the will of my hair. It was just wash and go for me.) So watching a guy fiddle with his hair I found really interesting. For me, it was like watching National Geographic.
Doug has always been fastidious about cleanliness, without being overly prissy. I really like that. When we first met though he was also more thorough in his general grooming. I didn’t even realize that he had hair in his nostrils. Over the years though his attention to the little things seems to have slipped away. I still love Doug and he looks better to me these days than he has in a long while. However, now he’s bearing an uncanny resemblance to a walrus. His nose hair goes straight into his mustache. What’s with that? It’s creeping me out. And don’t even get me started on men’s ear hair. I have a real thing about it. He swears he doesn’t understand why it bothers me so.
The point is, if he had these things when we met, he made sure that I never knew about them; as it should be I think. At least a smidgen of mystery is a good thing. Do you remember when you first met your sweetie? Did either of you ever “break wind” in front of the other? Did you even have wind? I think God makes sure that no one has that problem for the first month into a new relationship. (If he didn’t people might not ever get together).
Fifteen years ago now, when I thought I was starting to bear an uncanny resemblance to Groucho Marx, I had it taken care of. I didn’t discuss it with Doug first. It was never an issue because I didn’t let it become one. Call me vain. If I had the extra cash right now I’d go and get the 8 hairs on my chin that taunt me banished . Alas, I do not. So instead I am vigilant, with a 10x mirror and tweezers never far away.
In fact in all this hub- bub of the move, the only thing that I’ve always known where it is is my little black bag that holds my anti- ZZ Top, anti Smith brothers gear. Why is it that a spot in my eyebrow where I’ve over plucked won’t come back, but my damn chin hairs act they’re on steroids? I really think if I got them long enough then braided them I just might be able to pull a car with them- you know like the guys who pull cars with their tallywhackers. The point is I never let Doug see them.
I just think this clip from Porky’s is hilarious. I know it’s juvenile; but you laughed, didn’t you?
Doug billed 84 hours last week, so for that reason, I’ll give him a pass on all this this right now. But I was just wondering, is your significant other slacking off on their general upkeep? Or is it just him? No weight issues please. This is just a general grooming query.
I never saw the entire movie, in fact, my kids were watching it one day and I happened to walk into the living room and saw the scene from the locker room through this one. It was soooo funny. Yes, it was sophomoric, but how can you not laugh at this scene with the coaches? Thanks, Michele for giving me a good chuckle!
You are welcome. I think that bit is a scream- juvenile, sophomoric,you bet;but a scream no matter what you call it.
“guys who pull cars”. OMG.
Had you really never heard of that? I think it’s kinda crazy, but that may be just me. I think it’s monks who usually do it. Maybe they just meditate into a really happy place where they don’t feel the pain. For me it’d have to be a REALLY happy place.
Nope, never heard of this before.
Apparently, girls can do it to… *blink* *blink*
OK kiddo. You’re going to have to explain yourself cause I must be having a moment.
I meant “too” not “to”. Confusing typo. Sorry.
No worries kiddo. Thanks for explaining.