I need to buy a trimmer. I was ready to look all dapper today. Close to the chin and below the nose, it would look nice and clean but gives me that hint of smoldering sexiness. Instead, I shaved too close with my electric shaver, totally removing the goatee with just a few small strands. Not sexy but more homeless. So I got rid of the beard part and looked in the mirror at my new mustache.
Now I have never worn a mustache. Ever. I don’t think I’m mustache material. There is a certain look and person who can work the mustache. I haven’t felt myself to be that person. So I kept staring at it this morning, seeing if I could will myself into mustache guy. It started to work and I imagined me wearing my fedora and brown coat and green tie as I headed out to work. I would look like an industry giant. People would take me seriously cause when I creased my brow, my mustache would blow them away with its toughness. So for today, I am mustache man.