Stubble Trouble

I've never had a soft spot for stubble, you know if I were navigating the seas of singledom. 

But envisioning Mr. S with a stubble? Nah, not even if the Apocalypse RSVPs for a block party. It's a Love-Hate Relationship, let's be real. He manages to pull off things that land smack dab in the "Hate" column, and then, of course, a sly remark becomes my civic duty.

Now, his soul patch? Totally on board. But that sharp, defiant stubble? That's the real-life version of my "I'm mad at you" emoji.

 

Second Date

His light stubble made its grand entrance on our second date. I remember thinking, "How can this guy be so laid-back?" The question circled my mind, but I was too chicken to ask him to bid farewell to the facial fuzz, forever!

Finally, the moment arrived...

Me: "Umm...you look different."

Mr. S: "What? I just didn't shave today."

Me: *rolling eyes* "Okay."

Mr. S: *touches his stubble* "I had a day off so I decided to sleep the whole day..."

Me: "Yeah, I wouldn't want to date a caveman."

Mr. S: *looks at me grumpily*

Me: "I just wonder why people invented razors! I mean, if you were aiming for that caveman look..."

*laughs and bats lashes*

Did I risk ruining the second date? Well, let's just say I couldn't resist.

The other day, I told Mr. S about my crush on Jensen Ackles, when I first saw him in Dawson's Creek when I was a kid, and all I got was an expressionless face. An expressionless face that could give a stone a run for its money. Yep, the enthusiasm level was truly out of this world!

Tenth Date

The tenth date, and boy, did it turn into a horror show! Picture this: Mr. S strolls in, proudly sporting a full-fledged stubble that could rival a thicket. If only he could decode my silent scream of horror (which, let's be real, he's absolute worst at).

Me: "So, what's with the beard?"
Mr. S: "I am growing a full beard" 
Me: *eyes wide open* 

Mr. S: "Don't I look like Ackles?"
Me: "Oh, absolutely! Ackles is Ackles, and you, my dear, are you."

(cue the sly remark I couldn't resist. He doth dare to tread upon mine nerves.)

I've somehow landed the title of dating the laziest guy on Earth. That stubborn stubble of his? Well, let's just say I've become an expert in finding creative ways to make him rethink his life choices – especially that facial hair decision. Who knew nagging could be an art form? ;-)


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