i used to call the Librarian paul bunyan. he was over 6 ft tall, sported curly dark hair, was broad shouldered, long of limb, had ice blue eyes and a thick bushy beard.
the beard was disconcerting. it would intrude on kisses and, in the mornings, it would nuzzle my face and tickle my neck. eventually, i got used to it. it suited the Librarian's dark germanic face. it gave his face character.
but there were caveats: it could get messy. it could retain smells.
so some words of advice to those who want to sport the most wood-choppingest manly man beard of their desires: trim and clean your beard regularly. a beard that tastes/smells of nicotine/pepperoni pizza/beer is a little yucky.
Paul Bunyan, Modern-Day Sex Symbol - New York Times
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I just heard an anecdote from a friend the other day. Back in college, his roommate had a friend who chewed tobacco and had a big beard. The beard would get gunked up with the tobacco juice spittings, but he needed to be presentable to go to a frat party. So he grabbed the nearest hairbrush—that belonging to my friend—and brushed out the brown gunk caked in his beard. Poor guy had to throw out the brush.
I was just at a crossword tournament, and there's an unbelievably high percentage of men with beards there. Some are well-groomed, but there are also a lot of bushy ones I wouldn't want to get near...
the Librarian kissed me once after we had dinner. we'd had pizza. cheesy beard is SO not appealing.
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