I'm not shallow; really I'm not. We've been married over ten years now, so you'd think a little thing like a different facehairstyle wouldn't throw me for a loop, but every time he starts to kiss me I keep trying to pull away because I think it's not him. And I apparently have a very deep-rooted aversion to kissing Men Who Are Not My Husband. Which is a good thing, right?
I'm sure I'll get used to it. I will probably even grow to love it, once I get past the whole Who are you and what have you done with my husband? phase. After all, he's pretty cute: