How I love and hate thee.
I love thee because it’s my birthday month, and Lord knows I can throw myself a party.
I hate thee because it’s Movember, and Shaun Soleau loves to grow a mustache.
I think we can all agree, last November my husband looked like he should own an old white cargo van with the promises of candy and puppies spray painted on the side.
I cannot handle the mustache. It’s atrocious. My hot husband leaves me and I wind up married to Ron Burgundy. Hell, next to him, I look like Veronica Corningstone. It’s like a month-late-non-stop Halloween costume.
I offered to just donate money to men’s cancer for him if he’d just shave. He refuses. He says it defeats the purpose.
So in protest, this Movember, I too will not be shaving. Anything. While I cannot grow a mustache, I can grow out my bikini line, leg hair, and armpit hair.
We’ll see how long he lasts (although, I will probably cave by next week since being hairy totally grosses me out).
But it brings up a good point.
I hate to admit this, but there was a time when Shaun told me I had let myself go. It absolutely killed me. I cried
a little a lot, lost some a lot of weight, let my hair grow, slapped on some Spanx and got myself together. Now he can’t keep his hands off of me.
I liked to play the victim during that time and hate him for being so honest with me, but each Movember, I sort of see where he was coming from.
There is zero part of me that is sexually attracted to him during Movember. It takes copious amounts of alcohol to even consider holding his hand. Yes, it’s all fixable and temporary. Yes, it is for a good cause. But dang it, he looks terrible with a porn ‘stache.
So let’s discuss this…
Do you think remaining sexually attractive for your husband/partner/boyfriend is important? Or is it okay to let yourself go?