…of guys who can grow beards. Probably why I find them so damn sexy. I've never had a problem growing a respectable—nay, a full-on Tom Selleck porn-star—mustache, but I'm otherwise facially follicularly-challenged, a situation that's plagued me my entire life.
My one and only attempt at bearding was disappointing:
Of course looking at these pictures now, I'd kill to be able to pull off even this meager bit of facial plumage, but at the time I wasn't impressed with what was developing. When these pictures were taken in August 1993, it had also entered that I-want-to-scratch-my-face-off phase, and in fact, I went back to just the mustache shortly thereafter, never to try it again.
After the treatment for my cancer in 2003, I can't even pull this off any more. The radiation destroyed all the hair follicles slightly above and below my jawline on both sides, so growing a beard (like any number of other things that age has robbed me of) is just another one of those things that will have to wait until another lifetime…