Well, If I had anything to say about it, it would be this: Once, because I have been wearing full beard and moustache since the 90's, (once you start, there's just *no reason* to go back) when I shaved everything off for that Louis XVI birthday bash awhile back, and looked like a girl, I was at a drunken party the following week. My facial hair takes ages to grow back: One week later, I still barely had any. As it panned out, the party had a good mix of friends of both sexes. I will say: Most girls are not all that fond of facial hair, at least according to my observations. When I was "glabre," (French for "no facial hair", which language has word for everything, unlike retarded english) *EVERYONE* was *RAVING* and telling me I should just keep shaving, to which comment I would systematically just say: "NO. NOT HAPPENING." One of my old girlfriends was there. I tend to stay friends with all of my old girlfriends. (this may explains why I have so many girlfriends.....) At the party was also a gay friend of mine, who, ironically, is called Mike. (We call him Mick, though.) He was having a full beard and moustache moment at that time. Mick is *always* having some sort of "moment." So this girl said: "OK, MdM, since you REFUSE to shave, I dare you to go make out with Mick." (Mick was in the back of the bar hanging out with his posse: We were at the bar.) Me--I love a dare. Seriously--I simply LOVE a dare. I've made out with my fair share of men--but as I thought about it, I'd never ever done it with a facial-haired one, so I just looked at her and said: "Alright, I will." She said: "No. I mean NOW. Right in front of us." to which I replied: "Does it look like I'm not getting off this stool right now?" At which point I sauntered all the way to the back. I could tell they all jumped off their seats and followed me once I was about ten feet away. I walked up to Mick, approaching him from behind, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and I just DOVE IN. (I *LOVE* to kiss) and he was....very welcoming....to say the least. As it turned out, Mick was a VERY GOOD KISSER....and there was no stopping us: two minutes in I was swirling in that "I never want to stop kissing" place I go to--and everyone was screaming and going "wooooooooo!!!!!!!!"
and we just kept it up: As the tension built.....I got *all excited* and just kept on kissing and kissing: We were full on sucking face. When we finally came up for air, Mick was all red, and shiny with sweat, and I was licking my lips.....THEN......we DOVE IN AGAIN.....it was almost like "Kissing Karaoke." The crowd was screaming......I was dizzy.......in the midst of it.....I had the realization: "The *only reason* to suck face with a guy, is to kiss on hair face." So....as it happens.....now, I'm a fan. It was a very, very fun dare....and Mick.....well, poor Mick......he just wanted more.....and I sort of had to......let him down, I guess. I still feel a bit guilty about it, because now, everytime I see him.....he hints.