Well, after allowing people to vote yea or nay on the whole facial hair question for a week, the results were as follows:
|Shave off the beard, keep the moustache||8%|
|Shave off the moustache, keep the beard (eg look like a dwarf)||6%|
|Not sure||10% plus a few more who couldn’t quite grasp the idea of multiple choice.|
Quite a few people suggested going the goatee. Given her stance on this issue, this might have been all my sister’s friends, I don’t know.
It should be noted at this point that no matter what the results, I was never intending to blindly follow the advice of you freaks and lunatics who go a-surfing through my Web page. No, the decision will be mine, and not much correspondence will be entered into. It’s my face, my decision.
Don’t feel betrayed. Don’t despair. Your opinion is important. Your opinion does matter. Just not to me.
The whole vote thing was just a bit of fun. I’m sure you understand. Just a ploy used in my never-ending quest to help people waste their time.
I won’t decide quite yet anyway. My sister’s boyfriend John, who having ventured into the world of hairydom knows about such matters, recommends leaving it at least four weeks before making a decision. As I’m at three and a half weeks now, I may as well wait just one more week before the choice gets made.
I have to say though – it’s not looking good for the beard. Maybe the itching will fade, but I’m still not sure I like the look or feel of it. Mind you, if it counts – and I’m sure there are many who would say that it does – my wife likes it.
The oddest thing is looking down past your nose, and seeing a tuft of hair that you’re still not used to. And yes, I have unintentionally caught food in it. That alone may tip the scales in favour of going back to shaving. It’s a difficult thing to describe, but in its own little way, it was a truly revolting experience.