My wife and I had been together for a number of years before she notice Dennis. Her reaction was more like someone discovering proof that the Prime Minister is actually a robot. Shock, disbelief and an unholy glee that wouldn't let her leave well enough alone. She badgered me mercilessly. Badgered? Hell, she downright bobcatted me.
"Let me pluck it."
"Come on....it won't hurt."
"As if. No."
"I'll do [insert dirty act of your choice] if you let me."
"Ha. You'd do that anyway, it's in our marriage contract. No."
"If you love me you'd let me."
"Hmmmm, let me think about that......NO!"
She's a persistent woman that wife o' mine, but then, I'm pretty stubborn too. I fended her off for weeks. Finally she gave up asking and simply rolled over, grabbed Dennis by his head and yanked him out. "There, isn't that better?" "Fuck no! And may I say: OW!" Having accomplished the deed that had been upsetting the balance of the the universe by remaining undone she rolled back and slept the sleep of the righteous. I grumbled and rubbed my throbbing eyebrow and plotted folliclular revenge, knowing full well that I didn't have the guts to carry out any of my schemes.
Dennis grew back as hairs are wont to do. Maybe not as proud and thick but just as long. I've been hiding him from my plucky wife like a drunkard living in a Temperance Hall would his bottle.
You see, Dennis is a part of me. A tiny part to be sure, perhaps even the most insignificant part, but he's unique and he's mine. One day soon enough I'll be gone. My child will remember me and perhaps my grand children will too, if I'm lucky enough to have them. But that'd be about it. The memory of me, of all the things that made me unique, will eventually fade from this earth and it'll be as if I never existed. I'll be damned if I'll let Dennis be repeatedly plucked until he grows no more. I'll not let him or anything else that makes me unique fade one second before it has to. I'll fight entropy, yes, and time itself if I must because there ain't no afterlife. Not for the likes of me and Dennis.
I'm perfectly comfortable with this quixotic battle.
Just don't tell my wife, okay? Thanks.