I can see the same thing happening in my brother as what happened to me many moons ago with my previous girlfriend.
My brother has sported a goatee for quite some time and just last week he was given the ultimatum by his woman:
"It's either me or that fuzzy thing around your lips."
What happened? Yep, you guessed it: the goatee was gone. All in the name of "love".
Same thing happened to me some time ago.
I too sported the goatee. It made me look much older than what I was, and made me feel like a man. Without it I felt like a naked little school boy.
Same went for my brother... now that he shed his beloved goatee FOR love he's lost his manhood and knocked 10 years off his life, instead of being 25 he looks 15.
BUT, his woman LOVES the new look.
The way my goatee got up and walked out was through the ever so subtle attacks.
"BUT," shrieks a woman from the other side of the room, "if I have to shave, pluck and wax areas that would similarly bring tears to a grown man's eyes should it be done to him then YOU MEN should have at least the decency to keep that face shaven."
How do we respond to something like that?
Well, my response to the first attack my previous girlfriend made that was similar to the above was that if she wanted to be a hairy beast than it was fine by me!
I look at my hairy body every day in the mirror and think what a wonderful sexy beast I am. Hair doesn't bother me.
"But it hurts when I kiss you," she added.
There's no doubting that whenever she'd ravish me passionately with a kiss that my prickly little facial cactus would puncture her face a thousand times, but I just responded with an easy solution,
"Don't kiss me then."
This presented a problem: one that she couldn't come back with except the infamous,
And then the test was on. Who was going to break first? Would she be unable to control her emotions and explode, or would I break and shave it off. To be honest I actually wanted to see how far this thing got, so I played it casually and countered any moody quips with teases such as...
"Oh, my lips are so supple today."
"I don't think I've ever had them so soft before."
"Even Angelina Jolie would be jealous."
Somebody couldn't take it any longer and eventually exploded: and it wasn't me.
The first battle was won, but the war was far from over... and that's the biggest mistake I think us blokes make - we think the issue has now been settled. The battle may have been won but she's off regrouping thinking of another angle of attack.
So, in due time, the issue reared it's ugly head again. This time the attack was a little different.
It was the dreaded "You don't love me" ploy.
I had tackled this argument many times before, and this time was going to be no different in it's response:
"That's right I don't love you," I said, "I just hang around you because I feel sorry for you."
And again, her answer was her cut-copy-paste response...
"You're such an ass!" followed by another week of cold shoulderings and evil looks.
It wasn't until the third battle that I hit a snag.
I had never tackled the word "compromise" before in a relationship. Heck, isn't the guy always right? So why compromise? BUT, with this compromise came a cool and casual calculated challenge,
"Try it. You can always grow it back if you want to."
Just as Samson was "vexed unto death" by Delilah, I too felt my soul vexed unto death over something so trivial.
Unfortunately, I caved in on the third attempt - I had no response, no comeback to something like that. In fact, I felt as though I was still in control, just doing it to show her that really I do look much better with it ON. So, while I'd like to be able to think that my goatee came off through a slip of the hand while I shaved, I'd be lying to you dear friends.
The goatee came off.
And then she lathered it on thick and fast: validation.
That she absolutely LOVED the new look and was even more passionate with her kisses. But not only did it stop there.
Oh no... she now got external validation.
Every opportunity she had she would tell her friends to look at the "new" me and tell me whether it was a good move or not. I don't think any woman said,
"No, I really liked the goatee."
None of the women had balls.
And what did my mates think? Well, let's just say they had never laughed so hard before, but they got used to it.
So, dear brother, you'll find that nothing is sacred. Next will be to grow your hair longer. Followed by a nose job. Then maybe a pierced ear. Then when she's done with you you'll look pretty much just like her!
Don't do it!
Long live the goatee.