Goateeless

I shaved off my goatee this morning. I had an interview with a small law firm this afternoon, and I figured it was best to go for the conservative look. I didn’t feel like the interview went too well — I don’t even know if I’d want to work there anyway — and now my face feels naked without the goatee. I miss it. I’m going to grow it back.

Without the goatee I feel like a little kid. I started growing it in early April, shortly after I got mugged. It made me feel kinda cool. I feel like it gave me sort of an edge, made me look more adult, perhaps made me less likely to get fucked with. And now that I’m sitting here, clean-shaven, wearing my glasses, and just under 5’6″, I feel less secure for some reason. I feel like more of a nerd. I look so… plain. I liked the goatee. It made me look good. I’m growing it back.

Last night Masculine Showtunes Guy (MSG?) and I did some grilling in the backyard of his apartment building. I told him I was going to shave off the goatee for my interview and he said he hoped he’d get to see what I looked like without it. But I don’t think he’ll get a chance to.
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