Second shave last night, less nervous-albeit still beads of perspiration on the forehead. So, I took the advise of you good men on B&B, and adjusted my angle. Also, as suggested, I listened for the popping of the whiskers and (Eureka!) something started to happen. I knew I was getting the hang of it and became a bit giddy with excitement. So much so that, getting lost in the moment, I began gorilla'ing the razor and walked away with three cuts. I slowed down, focused, did a third touch up pass, and after applying the ole' Clubman, I felt as if (dare I say it?) I accomplished a DFS. Or does the three bleeders disqualify me?
Anyway, I stayed up late shaving and admiring, overslept, woke up (again admiring the shave) and ended up being late for work this morning. See? This thing has started to cause problems already!
Anyway, I stayed up late shaving and admiring, overslept, woke up (again admiring the shave) and ended up being late for work this morning. See? This thing has started to cause problems already!
