Over the weekend I made a big move. A bold move. A move not many men have the courage to make. As of Saturday, I am a mustache guy.
I’ve been rocking a beard for about 5 months now. I loved it. I look terrible clean shaven. My chins are more pronounced and I don’t know how to smile so I generally avoid the baby face. But when I was cleaning it up this weekend I was getting annoyed at how the hair on my face just wouldn’t cooperate so I said fuck it and decided to shave the beard.
Now, every guy does the same thing when we shave. It’s never a quick process because we have to shave our facial hair into ridiculous patterns. I started with muttin chops and a goatee, went to a mid-cheek burn look with the stache and a soul patch, then went straight mustache. And let me tell you, it’s amazing.
Still getting used to it though. Walking anywhere I find myself putting my hand over my mouth like I’m coughing and avoiding eye contact, but I know people see it. My waiter the other night told me he loved it and said I look like Kurt Russel. Big time compliment. Big time stache saver too because I was debating shaving it off.
I stand out now. Never like standing out. Big Believer in the keep your head down and blend in mantra. Probably why I’ve done pretty much nothing in my life. Maybe the mustache will change not just the way I look, but how I act. I’ll report back in a week.
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