This is my beard, or at least what represents two week's worth of facial hair growth. The potential for an above average beard is there, I think, but my wife is having none of it.
Her rationale? Your face is too pretty to cover up with hair.
Pretty! Like I want to be pretty, of all things. Like I'm one of those metrosexual guys who shaves every square inch of his body. Girls are supposed to be pretty, for Pete's sake. If my wife wants to be pretty, I'm all for it, but keep that prettiness the heck away from me.
Anyhow, the beard has about 24 hours left to live. Then it's back to my regular old boring beardless face. I may never spend another two weeks apart from my gal, so I might as well immortalize it, my doomed beard, here.