Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Mustache in Me


It's been years but for whatever reason (laziness) I decided to grow a (shitty) beard, as I am want to do. I went on a two week sales trip to Florida and I kept wondering if it made any difference to how people perceived me. After failing to resist the urge (temptation?) to not leave myself with a mustache when I decided to shave this week, any questions around changed perceptions and facial hair have been dropped.

Today I noticed a pretty attractive girl walking next to me who I had recently actually set across from at a neighborhood cafe for about 2 hours (while still having a mustache) and she decided to casually cross over to the other side of the street. She continued walking in the same direction, parallel to me, for at least 4-5 blocks, while avoiding all eye-contact. It was amazing.
(note: photo on left - creepiness added for effect)
Case in point - example #2, a small child holding his mother's hand walking in front of me turned back, saw me (or probably really just the mustache), issued a small whimper, and did not turn around for the rest of his stroll.