There’s something that’s been confusing me for a long number of years. It’s goatee beards. This ‘half a beard’ fashion has been around for about 10 years, maybe longer and as a guy I just cannot understand what makes a guy grow one.
So, ladies, why is it so prevalent? Guys must feel it makes them more attractive or they wouldn’t wear one. It’s not like it’s going to keep him warm through the winter, not like a full-grown bushy beard would.
Is it attractive? I’m a straight guy and I feel I have a good idea of what you females look for but I just can’t see why this has remained so popular in men’s grooming.
This has been on my mind for years and the only reason I can think of for the goatee is a practical one.
In the bedroom…
You know, he’s operating down below.
Get my drift?
Is that the secret to why it’s still with us??
Ladies, you tell me…
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- Powder Room Tales...by Amber Black
- These are the deep and meaningful conversations every girl has with her best gal pals...about the guy who just winked at her across the bar, or the last man who broke her heart. These are the conversations we all love being part of and sharing over brunch or a good bottle of pinot or in the powder room of your favourite Saturday night venue...our Powder Room is located at the top of a lofty stair in Kehoe's Bar, Dublin. These conversations are real...names have been changed to protect privacy and avoid shameful blushes (",) I hope you enjoy!!!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Love’s young dream…
I witnessed something lovely last weekend, the development of a new romance before my eyes…the old fashioned way!
Two mutual friends have been recently introduced and cupid struck at first sight…now ‘nothing’ has happened yet, well to my knowledge anyways; they are in the ‘getting to know each other stage’, afraid to rush anything in case the bubble bursts. But the flirting, and swooning looks like they are almost participating in a love dance; it is fascinating to watch. There is a glazed look over both of their faces, you just know they’re in love! They just smile if you mention the other’s name. You can almost see the birds flying around their heads!! Not to sound ‘twee’, but it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling just witnessing it.
It’s so long since I’ve witnessed this; in fact I can’t remember if I have before but it’s just like a little miracle developing in front of my eyes.
It made me think, when it happens for me, it will happen; all the speed dating and Internet dating in the world isn’t going to make it happen any faster.
But when it does…I hope it will be as romantic for me, as it is for my friends!!
Comments can be sent privately to powderroomtales@gmail.com
Two mutual friends have been recently introduced and cupid struck at first sight…now ‘nothing’ has happened yet, well to my knowledge anyways; they are in the ‘getting to know each other stage’, afraid to rush anything in case the bubble bursts. But the flirting, and swooning looks like they are almost participating in a love dance; it is fascinating to watch. There is a glazed look over both of their faces, you just know they’re in love! They just smile if you mention the other’s name. You can almost see the birds flying around their heads!! Not to sound ‘twee’, but it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling just witnessing it.
It’s so long since I’ve witnessed this; in fact I can’t remember if I have before but it’s just like a little miracle developing in front of my eyes.
It made me think, when it happens for me, it will happen; all the speed dating and Internet dating in the world isn’t going to make it happen any faster.
But when it does…I hope it will be as romantic for me, as it is for my friends!!
Comments can be sent privately to powderroomtales@gmail.com
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Breaking up, it's hard to do!
Why does it hurt so much when breaking up with someone, when you’re doing the breaking? Even though you know it's not right; you know it doesn't have a future and/or you know you deserve better.
Is it the apprehension of being alone? The feeling of not being part of ‘something’, you’re left feeling like you don’t belong? But isn't it better than the alternative? Being unhappy alone, than unhappy in the wrong relationship? At least, the former is temporary!
You may say misery enjoys company; but have you thought about the soul-destroying effects of being trapped in the wrong relationship? The loss of self-confidence for starters and its side effects; the loss of identity, when you feel you’ve disappeared into the background. The feeling of being taken for granted.
Breaking up, even when it’s hard to do, is the bravest thing in the world to do, cut the ties, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, get to know YOU again, LIKE yourself and get out there to have fun! The pain won’t go away overnight, but when it does, you’ll wonder why you wasted so much time in the wrong relationship! Look at your friends, I bet you’ve neglected your ‘single’ friends whilst attached, pick up the phone, we’ll welcome you back into the fold wholeheartedly.
Being single can be fun; it isn’t an infliction no matter how ‘they’ sometimes make us feel! I’d rather be enjoying life, happy in my single life, than miserable and attached.
I’m sure hundreds of us have horror stories to share, but when we look back we’re better people for walking away!
Want to hear your thoughts!
Comments can be sent privately to powderroomtales@gmail.com
Is it the apprehension of being alone? The feeling of not being part of ‘something’, you’re left feeling like you don’t belong? But isn't it better than the alternative? Being unhappy alone, than unhappy in the wrong relationship? At least, the former is temporary!
You may say misery enjoys company; but have you thought about the soul-destroying effects of being trapped in the wrong relationship? The loss of self-confidence for starters and its side effects; the loss of identity, when you feel you’ve disappeared into the background. The feeling of being taken for granted.
Breaking up, even when it’s hard to do, is the bravest thing in the world to do, cut the ties, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, get to know YOU again, LIKE yourself and get out there to have fun! The pain won’t go away overnight, but when it does, you’ll wonder why you wasted so much time in the wrong relationship! Look at your friends, I bet you’ve neglected your ‘single’ friends whilst attached, pick up the phone, we’ll welcome you back into the fold wholeheartedly.
Being single can be fun; it isn’t an infliction no matter how ‘they’ sometimes make us feel! I’d rather be enjoying life, happy in my single life, than miserable and attached.
I’m sure hundreds of us have horror stories to share, but when we look back we’re better people for walking away!
Want to hear your thoughts!
Comments can be sent privately to powderroomtales@gmail.com
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Can we bring yesterday back around?
I was sitting in the car, stuck in bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic; a song came on the radio; the Saw Doctors, ‘Can we bring yesterday back around…’ - Sugar Babes also have a version of it! I tuned into the lyrics and then got lost in my own thoughts; the lyrics ‘Can we bring yesterday back around…'Cause I know how I feel about you now…’ started to haunt me!
Old memories of lost opportunities started to come flooding back. There is one guy in particular, Keenan, I could dedicate a whole book to him, let alone a blog!
We met in London, both Irish, introduced through a mutual friend at a regular Friday night gathering outside O’Neill’s in Covent Garden. First impression, I strangely thought he was arrogant...I can’t remember now, how the transition took place from thinking he was arrogant to becoming very good friends. I grew very fond of Keenan very quickly; we’d make a ‘b-line’ for each other when our pals met up, on a Friday, for after work drinks. We would end up sitting in a corner and talking all night, just the two of us. We worked quite close to each other in the City and would regularly meet up during the week for lunch. I wasn’t long from a bad break-up and another relationship was far from what I wanted. Keenan was just a friend, and I wasn’t in a place to even contemplate anything further; it never even occurred to me that he might want more.
As the weeks and months went on, our friendship grew stronger. As our group of Irish pals grew, we’d meet up at the Porterhouse, Covent Garden to watch rugby or GAA games at the weekends. The girls started commenting on the friendship Keenan and I shared. How he may have feelings for me; all of which were brushed off. Until I began to listen, I couldn’t hear or see what they were saying, but as soon as I was awake to it, I realised I had been brushing off Keenan’s advances for months, unknowns to myself. A year out of a bad relationship, I didn’t want to jump into another, but Keenan was different, we had an amazing connection, except now I feared I had rejected him one too many times.
During that time, I learned a lot about myself, about how much damage my previous relationship had done. How the once confident girl no longer existed. To this day, I have surrounded myself with good friends, but none equal Keenan.
Keenan had introduced an Irish colleague of his, Neal into the group. I made that extra effort with Neal, as he was Keenan’s friend. Neal and I hit it off straight away in a brother/sister way, we swapped numbers the second time we met and after that, were inseparable. Neal was just one of the girls! I invited Neal to everything, but didn’t have the courage to invite Keenan, as I feared rejection. Since, I now knew there was ‘something’ between us, the sexual tension just seemed to get in the way of our friendship, I was no longer the relaxed happy-go-lucky girl he grew to love. At the time, I hadn’t realised my close (very platonic) friendship with Neal, was destroying the connection I had with Keenan.
One Friday night, having got caught in the office I turned up late to drinks at ‘Waxy’s Little Sister’. Keenan was well on his way to merridom! As the bar closed up, and we were moving to Chinatown for a regular late night dinner, Keenan and I were the last to leave the bar, he helped me with my coat and said: ‘why won’t you kiss me?’…It came out of nowhere…I couldn’t believe my ears…I said: ‘what did you say?’ in a shocked manner. He replied: ‘nothing!’ I hadn’t the courage to say, ‘I heard you’, or kiss him; I was in state of shock.
Here was my Mr Perfect, my best friend, standing in front of me, asking me to love him…and I froze, not because I didn’t want to love him back but I wasn’t able to respond, I was completely dumbstruck!
Keenan decided not to come to dinner, he walked me across the street to the restaurant door and gave me one of his huge teddy bear hugs, and he always gave the best. I asked him that night, if he ‘would bottle one for me, so I could have it on tap, when I needed it most’; he said, ‘they’re only best, when served fresh’. I wanted to raise the question again but Cix our mutual friend, was standing at the door trying to hurry us up, she wasn’t taking the hint to ‘get lost’, so to speak. I couldn’t get the words out to say ‘stay’ or ‘kiss me’…
Keenan and I never shared a kiss whilst I lived in London. I left London a year later; I needed to come home to find myself, so to speak, I asked work for a transfer back to Dublin.
The day I flew out; I posted Keenan a card from Heathrow Airport, the ‘greeting’ on the card stated ‘You’re my one in a million…’ he remains that to this day.
I will always have the regret but the Keenan story doesn’t end there…
Comments can be sent privately to powderroomtales@gmail.com
Old memories of lost opportunities started to come flooding back. There is one guy in particular, Keenan, I could dedicate a whole book to him, let alone a blog!
We met in London, both Irish, introduced through a mutual friend at a regular Friday night gathering outside O’Neill’s in Covent Garden. First impression, I strangely thought he was arrogant...I can’t remember now, how the transition took place from thinking he was arrogant to becoming very good friends. I grew very fond of Keenan very quickly; we’d make a ‘b-line’ for each other when our pals met up, on a Friday, for after work drinks. We would end up sitting in a corner and talking all night, just the two of us. We worked quite close to each other in the City and would regularly meet up during the week for lunch. I wasn’t long from a bad break-up and another relationship was far from what I wanted. Keenan was just a friend, and I wasn’t in a place to even contemplate anything further; it never even occurred to me that he might want more.
As the weeks and months went on, our friendship grew stronger. As our group of Irish pals grew, we’d meet up at the Porterhouse, Covent Garden to watch rugby or GAA games at the weekends. The girls started commenting on the friendship Keenan and I shared. How he may have feelings for me; all of which were brushed off. Until I began to listen, I couldn’t hear or see what they were saying, but as soon as I was awake to it, I realised I had been brushing off Keenan’s advances for months, unknowns to myself. A year out of a bad relationship, I didn’t want to jump into another, but Keenan was different, we had an amazing connection, except now I feared I had rejected him one too many times.
During that time, I learned a lot about myself, about how much damage my previous relationship had done. How the once confident girl no longer existed. To this day, I have surrounded myself with good friends, but none equal Keenan.
Keenan had introduced an Irish colleague of his, Neal into the group. I made that extra effort with Neal, as he was Keenan’s friend. Neal and I hit it off straight away in a brother/sister way, we swapped numbers the second time we met and after that, were inseparable. Neal was just one of the girls! I invited Neal to everything, but didn’t have the courage to invite Keenan, as I feared rejection. Since, I now knew there was ‘something’ between us, the sexual tension just seemed to get in the way of our friendship, I was no longer the relaxed happy-go-lucky girl he grew to love. At the time, I hadn’t realised my close (very platonic) friendship with Neal, was destroying the connection I had with Keenan.
One Friday night, having got caught in the office I turned up late to drinks at ‘Waxy’s Little Sister’. Keenan was well on his way to merridom! As the bar closed up, and we were moving to Chinatown for a regular late night dinner, Keenan and I were the last to leave the bar, he helped me with my coat and said: ‘why won’t you kiss me?’…It came out of nowhere…I couldn’t believe my ears…I said: ‘what did you say?’ in a shocked manner. He replied: ‘nothing!’ I hadn’t the courage to say, ‘I heard you’, or kiss him; I was in state of shock.
Here was my Mr Perfect, my best friend, standing in front of me, asking me to love him…and I froze, not because I didn’t want to love him back but I wasn’t able to respond, I was completely dumbstruck!
Keenan decided not to come to dinner, he walked me across the street to the restaurant door and gave me one of his huge teddy bear hugs, and he always gave the best. I asked him that night, if he ‘would bottle one for me, so I could have it on tap, when I needed it most’; he said, ‘they’re only best, when served fresh’. I wanted to raise the question again but Cix our mutual friend, was standing at the door trying to hurry us up, she wasn’t taking the hint to ‘get lost’, so to speak. I couldn’t get the words out to say ‘stay’ or ‘kiss me’…
Keenan and I never shared a kiss whilst I lived in London. I left London a year later; I needed to come home to find myself, so to speak, I asked work for a transfer back to Dublin.
The day I flew out; I posted Keenan a card from Heathrow Airport, the ‘greeting’ on the card stated ‘You’re my one in a million…’ he remains that to this day.
I will always have the regret but the Keenan story doesn’t end there…
Comments can be sent privately to powderroomtales@gmail.com
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