Just a couple of questions
** Black Knight ** is your beard a nice one? If so he may just have bad case of beard-envy cause he can’t grow a nice one like yours. It could happen.
** Crash 101 ** Thanks, now I really feel old. Nowadays the 40 year old men are * younger * than me. :eek:
Finally my Coca-Cola is a pop, always has been, always will be.
Hijack/ How does one come to the conclusion that one’s head is prettier without hair? Do you have it shaved for some obscure reason and decide to keep it that way? Do you have alopecia so bad that bald is preferable? /End hijack.
Or, do you just take a razor to it one day? If so, I think that’s a little scary. Maybe he was missing his hair and his beard for the same reason. Could be chemotherapy.
Hey Swiddles…I have that too. I could be in a group of 5 girls, in a crowded place, and the one skeezer in the joint would single me out. Didn’t have to be a club either…jury duty, subway rides, supermarket, just walking down the street…anywhere. It got to the point where my friends joked about it, and they’d pick out the scuzziest guy and say “Look…there’s your boyfriend”.
Heh, Twy, I have that same problem anytime I go to social events.
My creepy old man story: I went to a Ren Faire this summer with my (not at the time) boyfriend and his best friend Chris. Ray, Chris, and I were wandering about the faire, looking at all the booths (we were vendors, too, but we were on our break). I spotted a booth with harps being sold, so we made a beeline for it. This man who looked to be in his 50s-60s with long gray/white hair, a beard and mustache (he sort of looked like Willie Nelson only not with braids) was running the booth. I smiled politely when he nodded at me. I plucked at a few of the harps and remarked how beautiful they were. “It’s a shame I don’t have the money to buy such a pretty harp,” I said poutingly to no one in particular, but mostly to the old man since most vendors try to trick you into buying things you can’t afford. Anyway, this guy smiled a leery smile and said, “Darling, if you come to my house for a week you can have your very own harp for free…you’ll return home with a harp and a smile!” I was too shocked to say anythiung so I just sort of half-smiled. Chris and Ray were more creeped out than me; they both grabbed my arms and dragged me away before he could say anything else. Ewwww…creepy old lecher man! Ewwww… shudder Now when guy friends of mine (jokingly) preposition me for sex or anything else, I say, “Do I get to go home with a harp or a smile?” It’s our odd inside joke that confuses people.
No! I just let it grow as it wants. I trim it approximately once a week with the dull scissors on my flimsy hand-me-down Swiss Army Knife (tm?). Quite frankly, it looks horrible. My friends think I should shave it, a handful of women have told me that I should shave it, but so far I have resisted out of sheer laziness.
Hell yes it is!
Ewwww!
You’re right, Sue, it’s damn creepy, but you never know what another Doper might be wearing. 
I’m trying not to step on any toes, here! 
(By the way, there’s also this other guy who always wears a navy blue unitard type thing and tennis shoes… Hmm, maybe I should find a new place to dance when I’m at home…)