I Have a New Man!

I have known Dwayne for 14 or 15 years.  Over time, his hair has gotten a little grayer (not as gray as mine), and he annually goes from crew cut to Mohawk to cue ball.  Recently, he’s grown his perpetual goatee (technically, a Van Dyke) into a full beard. 

This morning, he shaved it all off. 

I told him from the start that when he shaved off his beard, he would look years younger. 

When he shaved off his goat, too, I suddenly became a cougar, preying on a man a generation younger than me. Before an hour ago, I had never seen him without his goatee.

Sorry, Taylor Swift, you can’t have him.  He’s still mine.