The Taming Of The Scruffy


 I have sensitive skin - literally and figuratively. I avoid dating men who have beards because of past experiences when my face would be bright red and rashy for days. I once went to a coworker's wedding whose beloved had a giant beard. When I said my goodbyes, he hugged and kissed me which felt like an electric sander running across my face. I was marked for days. That was a millisecond of a touch. Imagine... no let's not go there. It's just not worth it. I can relate to this woman's problem 👇

Her husband has a beard which she finds attractive except for when there are things growing in said beard. When she tells him he's got mustard, ketchup and a hotdog sitting in his beard he gets all huffy and tells her to mind her own business. I may be a bit hyperbolic with my relaying of story, but the problem is real. You can find the article in, 'The Guardian.' You can also vote on whether beard man is being a twat or, she's just a shrew.

When I notice a man with the facial hedgerow I think about what's growing in there? Worse is when you do notice stuff such as snot, crumbs, tissue, birds...

So what's she supposed to do, have him go out in public looking like he's carrying his lunch or saving for a later snack? 

Perhaps she should. If he's so sensitive to his wife pointing out crawling insects in his beard, then he'll be shocked to learn some people are more than willing to point it out.

"AYE, MATE, YA GOT BANGERS AN MASH INNA YOUR BRILLO!!" (This is in the UK, that's how they speak)

She can withold sexual couplings until he gets the point. I know, this is an old, ancient ritual. It's an old, ancient ritual because it works. 

Head on over and enter your vote. Is hubby being a plonker, or should the wife mind her own business? I have a feeling this is gonna be a blowout. 


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