I saw a guy yesterday that had an outstanding mustache. Unfortunately he was driving a car and I didn't have my camera with me anyway. He was an older fella (probably my age - or younger) with a tan face and a white, white mustache. One of those Foo Man Choo things. Striking.
Then I started thinking about facial hair; in particular, 'staches. Petey had one way back in the day. It didn't last terribly long and it was decades ago so I can't remember how I felt about it.
Are you married to a mustache? Currently dating one? Those questions are for the ladies. If so, your thoughts, please.
For the men: do you have one? How many years have you been sportin' it? Do you feel like it plays a significant role in your identification?
I like them. Not the long, scraggily ones, though. I have been unfortunate enough to be seated across the table from one of the way too long ones and I was transfixed. Couldn't take my eyes off it. Food gets stuck in there. The constant napkin swiping. Ugh!
Then I wondered if he smelled his meal for the rest of the day. And then I wondered about the poor thing he was probably going to kiss later on. Double ugh!
Have you ever known a guy who had a mustache or beard for many years and decided to go naked? If it's just a mustache removal it takes a while before people can figure out what is different. If the beard went bye-bye, you're like "who's the new guy over there by the punch bowl?"
I'll close this blog up with a very profound observation: facial hair for men can be a good look. Not so much for women.