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Originally posted by tmdiva
Both my first love and my last have beards. First love also has long hair, and had it for part of the time we were off-and-on together. Last love (aka the SFC, aka my husband) does not have and never will have long hair. When we were first married he tried (at my encouragement) letting it grow a little shaggy, but it just looked dumb.
Both my sons have long-ish hair, too (not ponytail length, but pushing the boundary for skater-shaggy). Whether they will someday have beards depends on whether they take after my side (more or less hairless--neither of my brothers have chest hair or can grow much of anything on their faces) or my husband's (total gorilla).
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I have never dated, etc. anyone with a beard. My dad had a beard when I was growing up (too lazy to shave everyday and, like the diva family, not naturally hairy, so he had a goatee, without having to shave the cheeks because hair just didn't grow there) and I always wanted him to shave it. No dice. Only picture I even had of him without it was an early 1960's military photo. I thought he looked way better in that photo.
I like one day's worth of scruff. But not more than that.
I've also never dated any long hairs. Both my ex- and Mr. Man had long hair and some point in their adolescence, but (lucky for them, if they wanted to be with me) they outgrew those phases before I ever saw them.
I guess I like my boys less jazz man (or worse, hippie weirdo pothead) and more geeky-collegiate looking. Example - sexiest guy in a movie for me (before I learned that he is too short for me) - Paul Rudd in
Clueless. Sigh.
