It’s mundane, it’s pointless, but I must share.
I grew my first mustache in 1976, about as soon as I was physically able. I shaved it off in 1991, for reasons I don’t quite remember…and then grew another one about six months later. I’ve had that one ever since, until 3 days ago, when I decided It Was Time. Because
(a) I just got the memo that mustaches have been slightly un-fashionable for about 30 years.
(b) It was turning grey. So I didn’t just look like a 1970’s porn star, I looked like an aging porn star.
© I’m single again, after many many years of marriage, and thought that the look might be detrimental to my prospects of ever actually dating again.
This is so weird. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror – there’s this vast expanse of blindingly white skin between my nose and chin. There’s a cold draft on my upper lip every time I breathe. And my shaving routine is all messed up.
But it’s not like getting a tattoo removed…if I can’t deal with it, I suppose I could always grow another.