A friend of mine in college had grown a full beard - it helped to hide the fact that he had absolutely NO chin, to be sure, but it was very...Mountain Man or Grizzly Adams-ish.
Anyhow, there was this extraordinarily vapid girl who had been doing local modelling - she was tall, sveldt, and thoroughly gorgeous but about as dumb as a sack of hair. So, this guy was utterly smitten with her.
One day, he was chatting her up, making small talk, and was attempting to wander around to the topic of dating, etc., so that he could screw up the courage to ask her out. Throughout their conversation, she kept giggling and blushing and averting her eyes - of course, he took this to mean that she was equally enthralled with him and, his courage bolstered, he asked her out. She turned about 8 shades of red and told him that she'd have to consider it and would get back in touch with him later in the day.
Well, poor "Trooper" was confounded, took his leave, and headed for the men's room. He stood at the sink, shook his head, and meant to stare at his reflection in the mirror...ONLY to see that he had smeared a record-breaking snot streamer that ran from his nostril, up to beneath his cheekbone, and down towards his jawline.
From that point on, he began carrying a tiny compact mirror in his pocket and could be seen making frequent "Boog Checks" throughout the day until he finally shaved his beard off!
This is such a GREAT idea, Molly! I haven't had time to post much in a long, long while and this type of thing compels me to come back and read stories. In fact, you outta write a book of dating anectdotes! OMIGAWD, they're hysterical!