When I first met M all those years ago, he had a head full of thick hair that he preferred to wear long. Not quite the mullet, but an all-over long style. I prefer neatly trimmed short hair on a man, so duly gave him grief over it.
Things change, styles transform. And so it happened that by the time we got married, M was wearing his hair beautifully clipped. It was still quite thick, but neat and short. This new hair length had nothing to do with me, I hasten to add, for M is not one to give in easily to any amount of nagging. It was short of his own free will and perhaps a need to conform to the accepted norms at work.
As luck would have it, his hair started thinning quickly in the very first year of wedded bliss.