About a month ago, I had lazed myself into a beard, had a few days off and my unruly stubble turned into a manbeard, all was good and peaceful. One fine Thursday I trimmed most of it off on a whim, leaving a bristling, neatly trimmed moustache.
Now, these days, a moustache is a tough sell, it is not reccommended for the weak at heart, nor for most single men. It must be carried with swagger, bravado, and barring that: a little more courage than you might have.
Anyway I had fun with it for a while but it ultimately became a beast of its own, and no beard trimmer could conquer it, or really just keep it as neat as I would have liked. It was a mix of MiokoMioko's old moustache (picture Capt. Jack Sparrow-ish) and what a young Wilfred Brimley must have looked like.
The woman loved it, she said it looked 'diiiirty' -- she liked it for all the same reasons others didn't (most said it made me look like a perv, but this was pretty much the intended effect, a throwback to the 70s adult stars).
So,