A whisker on your chin? You lot don't know you're born 😀
Smeaton, Kin and I have to scrape ours off with a sharpened bit of metal, every morning, or we'll look like cavemen.
(Although in my case I have a beard so I just have to trim round the edges)
I have a potential date, but she lives in London. Too far away really but she's attractive and interesting and amusing. I think she's read WMLB though as she's happily agreed to a date but is being coy about reading messages now I've actually set a time. And whilst this would annoy me, I've got that irritating little bit in the back of my head actually getting more interested in her now she's not responding.
It's a very primitive thing. Men want to pursue, women want to be pursued. The intellectual part of me wants to get annoyed that we were messaging back and forth and now I've set a date she's possibly playing games. The primitive bit sees it as a challenge and enjoys the chase.
God, we're a ridiculous species.