The hair loss had started well before we began dating. Although I met my husband when we were 10 and he still had a full head, by the time we re-met in our 20s, it was already disappearing. It bothered him a lot.
Losing one's hair at 40 is depressing. At 22? It just seems like some kind of cosmic cruelty. And yet I didn't care. At first.
Every man in my family -- my dad, my uncles on both sides, both grandfathers -- is bald. I thought hair loss was just part of being a man.
I had no idea how much it really bothered (some) men and how much it would come to bother me. For my husband, it was a sore point. I could have told him he gained weight, that he had food stuck in his teeth, or that he was dressed badly, but if I knocked his hair (or lack thereof), all bets were off.
I know he's not alone.