My Path to Creepiness

I have surpassed the one week mark of my month-long moustache marathon and the results are beginning to shock me. For someone that has never grown facial hair to this extent, this is a strange venture. Some might take the route of growing out the stubble to the point where it might look like a faux-beard before trying something like a moustache. I, on the other hand, took testosterone by the horns and let it go wild on my face (written or spoken, that sentence really doesn’t sound right).

(The photo has been slightly manipulated...but I can assure you, the moustache has not been altered).

I have come to the point where I feel weird if I walk by a playground or smile at a passerby. I hope they have heard of Movemeber. If not, I am that creepy looking guy with a moustache. That’s not to say all moustaches are creepy. I just can’t pull it off. It looks like a giraffe in the arctic. Something just isn’t right about it.

I am enjoying myself. I have so much more to fidget around with. My static pose not is standing while stroking the man fur on my face. I also have to give a shout out to my neighbour, Pino for his efforts this season. Not only does he look suave, he looks as if he could open up a used car lot (a successful one) filled with all the Pontiac Sunfires one could imagine. Power to the 'stache, Pino.

I will post again during week number two to update the creepiness factor.

To all those growing the upper lip fuzz - - Keep up the great work. And to those interested in supporting, please follow the links below to donate to the awareness of men’s health issues.

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