If you have experienced any serious disappointment in the past week or so, then you'll know exactly how I feel right now.
Since I have moved down to the bay area I have been a little bit more lackadaisical about keeping the facial hair to a minimum. I'm not sure if it's because I'm almost 27 and finally hit puberty or if it's just good old fashion laziness.
Regardless, I had, what some people would call, a beard... ish... sorta thing attached to my face and I decided to shave it all but the upper lip region, thus creating a whole new level of manliness, known as the "Mustache"
Well, I really thought it would be funny to wear the mustache to work and get some funny looks and/or comments. Much to my dismay, I hardly received a second glance. Aside from two of my co-workers, Miyuki and Sammy, I was not on the butt end of any inappropriate child molestation jokes or clever jabs at how I should be riding in my 1986 T-Topped Camaro, blasting Journey as if Steve Perry were in my passenger seat.
Yet, even in the face of adversity, I am still bearing this banner of manhood in hopes that someone will look up at me and say, "Now there, there is a man with a story to tell."