Second gessing myself

So I've always told myself that the ladies love stubble. This has to do mostly that I don't shave every day, and that's because I don't have to. Most of the time I have a shaggy complexion to say the least, but the best part is it usually takes 2 days to get to that point and it remains that length until the 5th day. But tonight at Harley's, I came upon the realization that the ladies might not like the stubble. And the striking part of this story is my epiphany came when I was hugging... that's right, a man.

Between the horrible renditions of "I Love Rock and Roll" and "Rocky Mountain High," the entertainment was watching one guy at the bar that was wearing a shirt that looked like:

He Loves
The Cock
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Of course there was an empty seat to the left of this gentleman, and I use the term loosely. Throughout the evening, unsuspecting guys would lean over the bar to order a drink and we would clap, cheer, and scream of the sight of another guy next to the shirt. Even Hey Russ fell victim to the shirt. Near the end of the night, I was saying goodbye to everyone and as I was about to leave RoseDawg stood up to give me a hug and pushed me, backwards to the bar. The trap had been set and I was ensnared. The man wearing the shirt stood in position where everyone at the table could see the shirt was pointing at me and asked, "What's your name?"
"Cocklover," I replied and he broke into hysterical laughter. During this, he put his arm around my shoulder and got a little too close. His cheek nestled next to mine and scratched the hell out of my face. This made me think that One, this guy probably needed to be standing next to himself, and Two, the ladies may not like stubble. Now if you will excuse me, I need to shave so I can exfoliate my face and feel clean.