The other night I shaved off my mustache. At first I was
only going to trim it a bit, but then I said what the hell and shaved
it all off. I kept it there to cover a mole that I hated but with the
help of a friend I realized that everyone has blemishes somewhere and
it just makes us human.
Sometimes when I would I ask random
people if they could guess how old I was, they would always guess that
I was 8 to 10 years older than I really am (and they were being kind.)
Yes, this always made me feel pretty miserable. Today I asked some new
people at work to do the same and they guessed that I was 10 to 12
years younger than I really am.
I have never once kissed a woman without my mustache being there.