This Scruff has taken a hold of me.
I believe there is a curse put on any woman who tries to set up her friends. I know a man who is probably the best catch since Romeo and a woman who is so sweet and wonderful that only another woman could see how great she really is.
I can’t date the man since he has known me since childhood and it would be way too weird.
I can’t date the woman because… just because! (I tried that once in high school and came running back!)
So, being the amazing friend that I am, I obviously found a quick way to collide these two worlds. I brought them together on an unexpected evening of wine, red-bull and shooters. They immediately hit it off, which wasn’t surprising since they are both winners of the genetic lottery, and in a club, nothing else matters more than that. (The music drowns out stupidity and awkwardness fabulously.)
The morning after the meeting, just following the realization that all the MAC makeup in the world couldn’t help me now and the 2 hours of lateness, I spoke candidly with my wonderful female friend to get the full details on the night’s events. She told me there were a lot of grey areas but the one thing she absolutely couldn’t forget was the first kiss and the next kiss and the kiss that followed that one. Apparently my other friend was quite the kisser, plus a bit older with more experience, nice clothes and the right appearance! She loved what she remembered… there was just ONE physical flaw that she might not ever be able to get used to. The Scruff.
I don’t only speak for myself when I say that women LOVE scruff. We love it. We love the look of it and the feel of it and more specifically… the look of it! 5 O’clock shadows are where it’s at! I once dated a guy specifically because of his scruff! Scruff is good. We love scruff. Did I make myself clear?
Here’s the thing. If you are going to sport the scruff, you had better be responsible with it. This is not a joke!
I, like so many other woman, after a passionate night of kissing a man with scruff, have woken up with a red, raw and painful feeling around the mouth and chin area. I don’t know of one woman who enjoys redness in the face, no matter how good that first kiss was! Please be considerate of your scruff. Even in the heat of passion you should be aware of the woman’s face. You noticed her beautiful skin when you first met her. Let’s keep that in mind before you grind your shadow against her womanly glow. She likes you but she hates the burn.
And to my male friend… just a warning, be careful with that one, you break it you bought it.