Shocking news for the day is that my beloved prefers me in my clean-shaven state (I shaved for the first time in about two years for the fancy dress party – Roy Orbison wasn’t noted for stubble). This results in a personal crisis – should I remain clean shaven (apparently it is less painful when kissing) or shall I revert to my (preferred) stubbly state and accept that I could be kissed more frequently if I shaved? Maybe I’ll just shave on days when I’m going to see Marianne.
separating the wanted from the unwanted