Honestly, I’m not sure where my love of beards comes from.
As a kid, I HATED it when my dad grew a beard.
I preferred him clean shaven.
Now, as an adult woman, I LOVE beards.
In fact, I seem to SEEK OUT men with beards.
The only exception to this rule is The Swede.
He is clean shaven and I like him that way.
Although I did enjoy seeing him get SCRUFFY at UnSCruz.
But for the most part, I’m into beards and lumberjacks.
I know this because every time I see a picture of a man with a beard or a goatee, MY OVARIES SHUDDER.
My friend Dean recently went to Burning Man.
And he grew a beard for it. And boy did I ENJOY his beard!
He looked like a bearded Sean Connery.
In fact, I’d say that 6 of my last 9 lovers have had beards or some sort of facial hair.
Not that I’m counting. . .
While at Burning Man, I myself managed to hook up with a bearded fellow from a neighboring camp.
He complimented me on knowing how to kiss a man with a beard.
Little did he know how much practice I’ve had!
Of course you know what they say:
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT!
So I’d better practice A LOT MORE.