Okay, after three or four emails back and forth with a “potential boyfriend,” I agreed to give him my number. Of course, I met him online, because it seems I’m always meeting my men online. What happened to the grocery store, the laundromat, or the bowling alley? I digress. So, I instantly assess myself to see if I need to “take care” of some things. Hair—great; face—pimple-free, favorite date outfit—fresh and in the dryer. But wait, my nails—yuck! Looked like I just finished on a construction site working the plumbing for a new building. This won’t cut it on a first date. My now-potential-husband can not touch these rough, cracked-cuticle hands. For some men, unkempt hands and nails are deal breakers. Not here, my friend! I’m out the door looking for a late opened nail salon (anyone will do) to tame these hands and make them presentable. Whew, one’s open and willing to tackle the “beasts.”
It’s date day, so we agreed to meet “somewhere in the middle,” which turns out to be an hour-plus drive. He’d better be worth it! I know, wrong attitude. My future husband will be worth the drive, right? I meet him at the bar of a chain restaurant. He told me he’s 6'4" and that’s my beacon to find him. Although it was noon on a Sunday, it was also game day, so it was pretty busy. Found him! Okay, first thought in my head, he lied about his age. I wish I had a dime for each guy who fibbed about his age. That’s another story. He looked like an uncle who is hell-bent on trying to look younger than his age. I digress, again. As I got closer to go in for the “mid-section” non-touch hug, my eyes couldn’t help but zero in on a body part that was blaring out, demanding notice. As we go to sit in a booth, my eyes were transfixed and amazed! Was it not obvious to him? Does he not check this area when grooming his face? So, my future husband was instantly downgraded to acquaintance just because of this one particular thing that is simply inexcusable. The dreaded EAR HAIR.
Come on, guys, that is just incomprehensible! There’s no possible reason to leave the house with hair jetting out of BOTH ears. Maybe I’d over look if one was trimmed. He could’ve easily forgotten the other one. But really, come on, this just is unavoidable. I was enthralled. I couldn’t look away. I certainly could not be expected to overlook this, right?
What would you do?
