
now, before you say anything, yes – I know. my ‘just for men’ trials started out badly. but I was so damn happy I had little grey hairs growing back in my beard [nothin still on the neck, but hey], I decided to celebrate by growing one out again.
‘my beard is fantastic’ I re-read in my diary entries from Nepal.
I wanted to be able to write that again.
but it looked funny [see above].
so I decided to dye that little part to make it all work.
which ended up being a big ole’ black spot on my chin.
so I dyed the other side.
which, with my gorgeous deep-brown eyes, made me look dice.
so then I gave in and did the whole beard.
which, with my greying sideburns, made me look like an 8-year old hobo on Halloween.
so I did the whole thing.
and now just look like a dick who dyes his beard.
but at least this dick can have a beard again.
small victories.
Congrats on your beard. Though I think the grey makes you look distinguished (meaning cultured and intelligent, not old).
This aging business is just no fun. Wish I could gift you all the sneaky little black mustache and chin whiskers I’ve been sprouting lately, my poor tweezers can’t keep up!