The nose didn’t know.

November 9th, 2012 by bugboy (Shasta Lake California)

I once met a girl in my Interpersonal Communications class at college, and throughout the semester I would think of ways to talk to her. One day I finally worked up the courage to ask her on a date, and she had actually accepted. I was so excited I prepared all week for the date. Finally the night had arrived and we went to dinner. The date was fine, and afterwards we talked in her car for a little while and finally we wrapped the night up with a hug. I had thought it was a successful date, but a week later she had not talked to me, except the occasional hi. She eventually told me that she wasn’t interested in me. I found out a couple years later by a close friend that she had been told it was because I had hair growing on my nose. Up until that point I had never realized that I had nose hair. A simple shave could of made my date go a lot smoother.

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