The reason I'm posting this picture isn't to show you how I look at 6:00 AM, after a shower, holding a strong desire to return to bed. I'm posting this picture to show you that, try as I might, I am physically incapable of growing a beard. This is a week's worth of growth on my smooth baby face. I shaved Sunday morning so I wouldn't look like a ragamuffin at Church, and while I did so I prayed silently that some day I'll be able to grow a real man's beard. Not that I want one, mind you. I just want to know that I could grow one if I wanted to. Thankfully I'm not a member of a Dwarven clan, or else I'd be dealing with a real social stigma.
Cheers.
-Sailor Matt
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I have long since longed for a full-out man-bush beard. However, my wife doesn't like me with facial hair at all. I like it. And I can grow it all good and well except for around my lips, which sucks, cause those two little spots that don't grow in cause me to look like a man with the mange.
But I'm surprised. The Navy seems like it would've put some hair on there. Best of luck.
I must admit I'm partial to beards; met and married my husband with a lush beard. But some men seem to grow them to cover what they consider defects, such as a weak chin. You have nothing to worry about in that area. Your face structure and general look at that hour of the morning should have inspired your young sailors to get everything done and shipshape or perhaps put the fear of God into them, which is not such a bad thing. ;)
Ancient Reader
Arrg! I'm a salty dog, I am. Although I can't grow me a beard, my ability to intimidate young sailors is unmatched. They call me da baby faced devil, they do!
Ahh, a good try Sir. You should perceiver with it. Rome wasn't built in a day you know! Grow it, shave it, grow it, shave it.....ect, ect. Patience young Jedi. Patience.
I've been trying my lil heart out on such an endeavour, too, yet I have to keep the facial hair in straight respectable lines for work, damn it. So no rugged beard to match Rothfuss or Marky as long as I'm in the employ of the Australian government.
Curses on the code of conduct!
I hear you on that one, Cap'n. In the Navy, I was required to shave every day, which allowed me for ten years to pretend I was man enough to grow one, if only The Man would let me.
I've resorted at this point to starting small: I'm trying to grow sideburns.
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