Briarbabe
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(A small side note, my sweetie only smokes pipe in the summer as he doesn't smoke in his house, this was the first time we got to smoke together, also this relationship is quite new so we are that irritating couple you see out in public that can't seem to stop snogging and touching each other. Nope, not gonna apologize either 
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Last night my sweetie and I sat on the gate of his pick up truck in the back yard and conversed over a bowl and a brew. It was a lovely way to finish off the evening. We got ready for bed and during our usual bedtime rituals, I kissed him and the sweet smell of pipe smoke lingered in his beard. Wow! I had just discovered another one of those little known secret delights of the soul. I kept nuzzling closer and was finally met with, "Woman, stop sniffing my beard so I can sleep!" Let me tell you I am newly converted to the love of the beard. I had SO many preconceived notions about beards: they were itchy, they were smelly, they weren't clean, etc. When he and I met I had some not so nice thoughts about his beard that included the words "scruffy" "live with it" "argleblargle", by the end of our first month dating I couldn't be near him without having my fingers in his beard. I screamed the day he walked into my house, fresh from the barbers, most of his beard trimmed off for the hot summer. I am forever nuzzling up to his neck to sniff his beard. (Make all the faces you want, we're women, despite what we say sometimes, we love the way you smell and it's concentrated in your beard if you have one.) The smell of pipe smoke on top of the normal man smell. If someone could bottle that, they'd be a billionaire.
As I said I'm a new convert to the beard love club, but since becoming a convert I can tell you that I think every woman who says she detests beards probably hasn't touched one, has not had the supreme pleasure of sniffing one, or of being nuzzled with a beard, or the many other delights that come with it, some of which I can not mention here. Basically, I'll bet if they tried it, they'd never go back to a clean shaven face. Now add to that a pipe and it just bellows MANLY! There is something about a bearded man with a pipe that just speaks to the cave woman in us all, well we women anyway. It's a very primal connection.
Let me sum it up with this. If I were to walk into a bar (sounds like a bad joke set up) and see a clean shaven man, a man with a beard, and a man with a beard smoking a pipe sitting at the bar, I know exactly where I'm going to sit. Pipes and beards were meant to go together.
) Last night my sweetie and I sat on the gate of his pick up truck in the back yard and conversed over a bowl and a brew. It was a lovely way to finish off the evening. We got ready for bed and during our usual bedtime rituals, I kissed him and the sweet smell of pipe smoke lingered in his beard. Wow! I had just discovered another one of those little known secret delights of the soul. I kept nuzzling closer and was finally met with, "Woman, stop sniffing my beard so I can sleep!" Let me tell you I am newly converted to the love of the beard. I had SO many preconceived notions about beards: they were itchy, they were smelly, they weren't clean, etc. When he and I met I had some not so nice thoughts about his beard that included the words "scruffy" "live with it" "argleblargle", by the end of our first month dating I couldn't be near him without having my fingers in his beard. I screamed the day he walked into my house, fresh from the barbers, most of his beard trimmed off for the hot summer. I am forever nuzzling up to his neck to sniff his beard. (Make all the faces you want, we're women, despite what we say sometimes, we love the way you smell and it's concentrated in your beard if you have one.) The smell of pipe smoke on top of the normal man smell. If someone could bottle that, they'd be a billionaire.
As I said I'm a new convert to the beard love club, but since becoming a convert I can tell you that I think every woman who says she detests beards probably hasn't touched one, has not had the supreme pleasure of sniffing one, or of being nuzzled with a beard, or the many other delights that come with it, some of which I can not mention here. Basically, I'll bet if they tried it, they'd never go back to a clean shaven face. Now add to that a pipe and it just bellows MANLY! There is something about a bearded man with a pipe that just speaks to the cave woman in us all, well we women anyway. It's a very primal connection.
Let me sum it up with this. If I were to walk into a bar (sounds like a bad joke set up) and see a clean shaven man, a man with a beard, and a man with a beard smoking a pipe sitting at the bar, I know exactly where I'm going to sit. Pipes and beards were meant to go together.
