I've never understood misrepresentation, if anything I would rather they were pleasantly surprised which they usually are, I don't photograph well so the first thing they say is "wow, way better in person." I do have friends who actively shave a decade like it's a "given" and people expect it. Dorks.
I had a guy who shaved 17 years once, when I met him in person, he looked like he had a horrid sunburn, skin all red and shiny. He was a nice guy and all at first, we had a great time , there were some strange moments that hit me long after the fact. I met him in Michigan, we dated a few months whille he was there, then he asked me to fly out to LA to spend 10 days with him.
We had been at dinner in Weho, and there was an older gay couple seated across from us, one of whom had the "Burt Reynolds" face lift goin on, the other had the most horrid hair plugs I have ever seen. They had both been botoxed and had facial filler to the extent as they spoke there was no expression.. it was unsettling.
When they were done, they stopped and said hello to my date, who introduced them, they were both looking me up and down like I was a steak, one says "I have to do this!" he reaches down my shirt clutching my pecs pinching my nipples - I looked at my date like "seriously?" He was cutting his eyes, I looked at the guy and said "Are you done? I charge for anything beyond 15 seconds. "He said yeah I figured - how much" At that point my date told him to go find his own boy toy. My eyes popped, Boy toy? Huh? I was 48 at the time.
On the ride home I was raving on about how ridiculous the guys cosmetic work looked, and when did I become a boy toy? He pulled into Starbucks rather miffed, I had hit a nerve. We sat down with our drinks, he sheepishly slid his drivers license across the table.. he was 65. He said "I've had work done - hell who hasn't. I didn't like lying to you, but I was afraid you wouldn't consider me if you knew.
I was pretty embarrassed, having lit on his friends so badly, but reassured him I found him attractive, and would likely still have said yes. We had a good date, and went back to his place, his body was pretty amazing at 65.
Things got weird after that though. His so called regular attendance at the gym - well I worked out and he sat around in the waiting room talking to his buddies, while they all watched me work out, cackling like a bunch of old hens. This went on every day, younger guys chatting me up on the weight benches, glancing over at him watching every move I made.
Dinner parties with his friends was a trip. They were all on the wagon, and the conversations were mostly over medical maladies, The latest in concealers and tripe from MAC, and other issues having to do with the good old days. A few arrived with escorts, it got pretty surreal for me. I got dragged around to everyone he knew, knowing everyone there thought I was an escort. I got groped by damn near every one of them, one actually licked my cheek. They all started getting naked to get into the hot tub.. I looked at him and said this is not ok, we need to go. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
By day three, I noticed his morning ritual went on for more than 2 hours, and every towel in the bathroom when he was done had makeup on it, along with the sink. He forgot his "man bag" one morning and came out to grab it, his face looked like raw meat, and the scars in front of his ears were purple. As were the ones above and below his eyes.
The distance grew over that ten days to where we barely spoke. Outside the initial physical attraction, the conversation and connection we shared at first seemed to have dried up. I spent most days on the rooftop at the pool, or at the gym. I knew a few other guys down in Weho, I should have just called and got the hell out of there and tried to save what was left of my vacation. But I couldn't be that rude. I left there still friends with him, but any romance was long since gone. The sad part was, I looked at his pictures scattered around the condo, he was very handsome before all the surgery, they ruined his face. I would have much preferred his old one.
I saw him again just before I moved from Michigan, he was up taking care of his Father's estate. Now botoxed to the point that all facial expression was gone, his face looked like a mask, and he had plumped his lips to the point they looked painful. His once bedroom eyes looked like beady remnants. We had a nice chat, but no part of him attracted me. That made me sad.
I'll go gracefully. Keep up on my body and take care of my skin, but unless the cosmetic surgery world gets much better at what they do, they will never touch my face for sure. As for shaving years - no point. If they can't deal its cool I get it. But I am not into embarrassing moments, I take pride in who I am, as I am - digits and all.