Stubble in the Isolation Bubble

Last week I went on my first quarantine date.

We decided we’d stay socially distanced by going to a nearby park in London. Not going to lie, I got pretty drunk the day before with my housemate and stayed up until 3am…

So waking up for the date and preparing myself I might have been less than prepared. But hey, I set off. On the way I remember something my date had told me. She hated facial hair, and I hadn’t shaved in days, maybe weeks.

So on the way walking over, I bought a razor and shaving cream and water. And proceeded to shave myself in the street.

Obviously, I looked absolutely mental. This homeless old lady tapped me on the shoulder asking for change. When I turned to face her, with shaving cream on and razor in hand, she said, “Sorry darling, nevermind.”

I'm glad I shaved because the date went well. Although we might not have maintained social distance.