Dear stevansheets.com “readership”,
Seriously, I want to grow a beard.
I’m twenty-six and I’ve never had more than a few squirrely-hairs growing from my chin in a not-so-attractive manner.
Manly = provider, protector, and “one who can grow beard”.
Manly is also something that one has to be to be a father. Especially a father to a son – who is also of the male gender (in case you didn’t know) I can think of nothing worse for me than for my future son (or daughter) to question my “manly-ness” by questioning my ability (or lack of) to grow man-hair on my face.
To be manly, therefore, means that I need to grow a beard, right?
Right.
So, as of Thursday morning this week, I have set down the daily or bi-daily chore of shaving what miniscule day or two-day old hair has grown on my man-face.
I felt disgusting this morning going to church with face-stub, but manly nonetheless.
I have asked the permission of my wife and she has sheepishly agreed that for the next two weeks I will FINALLY have the opportunity to attempt man-hair on my face. Yummy.
Expect photos. (unless of course this experiment fails horribly.)
The reason I can attempt this NOW is that we are leaving this week for a quick “vacation” to PA and will miss our services here on next Sunday morning.
It’s been indelibly marked on my brain that “proper” young men DO NOT come to church with partial man-hair growing on their faces (thus today’s “disgusting” adjective use).
You, faithful stevansheets.com visitors/readers/stalkers, have the privilege over the next two weeks to enjoy this man-hair experiment with yours truly. I can think of nothing more exciting for you to be involved with.
Cheer me on, if you would. (and pray for Jess)
Wanting to be manly,
-Stevan
