I used to hate bearded men. I thought it made them look like scratchy-faced degenerates who probably didn't know how to do their own laundry. But then Mr. Bella sheepishly expressed his desire for a beard of his own. I tried not to panic, telling myself that if I just ignored it, the scruffiness would eventually make him miserable and he'd go back to being the baby-faced charmer I fell in love with.
But no. He really loves his beard, and now I do, too. I think my affection for it started after it grew out and got soft; it stopped needling me every time I kissed him on the cheek, and I realized that he looked like a cute lumberjack, or maybe an old-timey sea captain, both of which are endearing. But here's my question for you: How do you feel about beards? Are they mostly for old men and lazy twentysomethings, or can they be sexy in their own right?
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