I went out to lunch today. Standing in front of me was a pretty attractive man. Probably around the age of 30. Fit. Had all is hair. And oh man let me tell you. He had ALL of it. The trail fading from his head to his back then continued underneath his shirt pretty much grossed me out beyond belief. I understand how things can get a little shaggy sometimes, a little out of control. People are busy, who has time to make sure to clean up every once and awhile? Well, obviously not this guy.
Doesn't he have a roommate that says, "Hey bro, let me get my buzzers out and clean that up for ya."
No? Hmm.
Doesn't he have a girlfriend to say, "Baby, you have got to shave your neck. It is getting out of control."
No?
Maybe he has an appointment with his barber this afternoon, maybe Im a little quick to jump?
Well, to that I say no.
Last night a woman walked in the restaurant with practically a full blown mustache. At what point does your best friend, or your mother step in and say, "Darling, let's go to a spa?"
Maybe she's new in town, doesn't have many friends, and her mother just died.
Perhaps she's proud of her whiskers. Perhaps she's far sighted, or near sighted, or whatever it is when you can't see things well up close. Perhaps she doesn't own a mirror. Perhaps I'm just super vain. Perhaps she looks at me and wonders who in the world would let me have a haircut like this, and a piece of metal in my face. Perhaps. Probably.
My gosh, have I just come to the breakthrough that I am just a huge bitch. Why in the world would I waste my time to comment on this? How mean am I? aagggghhhhhhh!!!!!!