My affair with stubble is as old the age of my beard. There was a time when it was hard for me to imagine myself without stubble.
College got over and professional life began but my love for stubble never ended. The only time I went out clean-shaven was for an interview and that’s because my stubble had caused my rejection at previous interviews.
Finally the myth busted; my misunderstanding was over. This is how it happened.
I wanted her the moment I saw her. My hunt for a life-partner seemed to be got over. It was the first time I was trying to find excuses to catch a glimpse of a girl. But unfortunately she appeared uninterested. It was only when I caught her talking to her friend that the mystery could be solved.
“Rahul is cute and a true gentleman. I like him but I hate his beard. The first time I’d seen him I’d seen sweat oozing from his beard. Yuck…Every time I see him, his stubble reminds me that horrible scene.” She was saying to her friend.
By that time I was so much in love with her that I could get my head shaven for her, forget the beard. The whole office was stunned when I appeared in the office the next day. Complements were flowing from all around but I was waiting for the special one and it came. “You are looking very handsome today”, she said with a shy-infused smile.
Finally my clean shaven look bowled her over.
This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.