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What is it with facial hair that gets to me? I only figured this out recently on my college choir tour, where some of the guys decided to let nature take their faces over and see what happened. Now, I have to say that all the men I am going to be talking about are good friends, and have been for a while. But when they decided to grow beards, and they actually became full fledged beards, something strange happened.
I got turned on.
Okay, maybe that's going a little overboard. Let's just say that people for whom I had never had any sexual feelings for before, no matter how nice and sweet they were, suddenly looked absolutely to die for. I'd literally sit staring at one of the guys for minutes on end, even though he was shorter than me and blond to boot (any man I get has to be taller than me and dark). The other guy...well, he's an absolute sweetie, positively adorable, and funny, but I never thought of him as anything but a friend until he got that goatee. Then whoa-ee, he got cute fast.
I've tried desperately to analyze this, but nothing really computes. My dad has some facial hair, but it's just a mustache so I honestly don't think it comes from that front. The majority of men in Hollywood are cleanshaven as well, so I didn't get it there either. It's an absolute mystery to me.
What was stranger, when the guy I'd stare at for minutes on end finally shaved his beard, the libido turned off from him. Oh, he's still a friend, and I love him dearly, just no longer in that way. So strange....
Okay, that rant done with, did you know that I finally got an award! I write for the RedheadLines, an online redhead zine, and I wrote this article about how male redheads just didn't get the airtime female redheads did (you can read it here), and the wonderful lady who heads up the site said that the rant was exceptional and deserved an award!! I'm honestly thrilled, and truly happy! :) My first award, and I get it for writing something (which makes me happy). I'm going to be writing more for the 'zine; my next one takes place in the grocery store, and every woman's worst nightmare (well, one of them at least). :-)