After seeing my photo from mardi gras in st louis, ive decided that the beard is out of control, and would in fact, hinder me from finding a date.
As much as I would like to grow it out more to see what length would do to my follicles, it’s just not in the cards this go round.
This isn’t to say of course, that a summer spent at a cabin in the woods with high-speed internet would not stop me from tying again.
My barber’s on duty tomorrow. Now I just need to gather some gumption, bite the bullet, and deal.