The Tale of the Ironic Mustache

After about 2.5 weeks of not shaving, I'm proud to say that I finally grew a beard. It's not like I was Grizzly Adams or anything, but it was mine and it was cool. Anyway, it was itchy and of the patchy, Sidney Crosby variety, so it was time to shave it. Before I finished shaving I thought it would be fun to see what I looked like with a mustache. It didn't look half bad. It wasn't serious or anything, but it had a certain 70's cop/porn star look about it. I left it to see what my friends/coworkers would think.

Before I get too far, I'd just like to point out that I'm not opposed to mustaches. It's that few people can sport them and still look respectable. Like the people below.

So if you're not Tom Sellek or my dad, please be careful with that facial hair...

So anyway, back to me. Not that I'm a rah rah, look at me type of person, but I was at least expecting people to notice it and/or have a good laugh about it. When I walked in, I got nothing. No comments, no laughs, nothing. Just weird looks. I felt people looked at me and thought "sh*t, does he really have a mustache? That looks horrible. I hope he's not serious. You know what, I'm just gonna give him a weird look and not say anything about it. Yep... situation avoided"

Even one of my good friends (Prudence Bonds, thats right I called you out!) in the office didn't notice it. I had to tell her that the thing different about me was the mustache. She then asked if I grew it over night (like that's even possible. I'm not Indian). She also completely missed the fact that I had a beard previously... sigh...

For the record, I'm clean shaven today.