How do you feel about mustaches?

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.