Originally uploaded by MikeOliveri.
Nine and a half years.
That’s a long time to be wearing a goatee. In those 9.5 years, I’ve only shaved it off twice. Both times I swiftly grew it back because I couldn’t get used to being without it and because it neatly hid a double chin.
I’ve since grown tired of it. Again. I see goatees everywhere now, particularly on round-faced guys like myself. It’s almost the fat man’s crutch, disguising the extra padding around the face.
Mine has also gone quite gray. While the gray streaks do look pretty cool in some pictures, people often see it and guess I’m quite a bit older than I really am. While I’m not vain enough to start dying my goatee (or my hair), I don’t mind it as an excuse to shave the goatee.
Finally, I’ve been thinking about the attached picture for a few weeks now. It came off pretty good if you ask me, and it was a lot easier to accomplish than I thought.
So the goatee is gone daddy gone. It’s been fun wandering around and seeing if people will even notice (and if they do, what their reaction will be). At home, the Midget said I look silly (a label which he slaps on anything different or unusual), but the Squirt and their little sister hardly blinked an eye. The Wife says she’ll need a few days to get used to it. At work, so far most people don’t seem to have noticed. I get that odd look, like they know something’s different but just can’t place it, and then it’s on to asking me if I can fix their computer. The three coworkers who did figure it out were quite surprised, and I already got the “you look a lot younger” comment.