Long-Time Mustache Fan, First-Time Mustache Man
My boring and plain look
It was the weekend before November, and I had to make a hard decision that would impact my appearance for the whole month: a mustache. I proclaimed three months prior that I was going to do it; grow a mustache for a good cause. How hard could it be? Would I be able to do it alone if I couldn’t get someone, anyone, to join in the cause for prostate and testicular cancer titled Movember? Thanks to my friend, Nate, who sent me some info on Movember from a buddy of his in the United Kingdom, I ended up going to work the morning of November 2, 2009, with the start of my mustache. I had a planned statement if no one else remembered to do it, but my boy.
Chris and I start our perilous prepubescent adventure
Chris came by with the start of his own mustache. Both Chris and I rallied some more people (Chris being very excited to do this facial hair adventure). Chris got his clique to try it out. Naimul stepped in and set up a team and made buttons.
Everything seemed to be working out until day 4 when people started dropping out. The men truly were separated from the boys. By day 4, the jokes started to surface. My friend, Jean, coined the term “facial flair” for me to call my mustache, which I thought was pretty cool. But for the most part, it was like high school all over again. People made fun of Chris for his efforts (his growth is very light) and
30 days after I grew the awesomeness
I got made fun of for my “furry caterpillar-like” growth. It simply came down to my saying, “If you can grow it, show it.” I’ve always wanted to try growing a ‘Mo,’ but never had the fortitude to pull it off. Movember gave me a real reason to do something my dad has had most of my life. It is a weird feeling to wear a mustache and take myself seriously, but the more I realized that it is for a great cause, the more I got the message.
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My little discomfort and feelings of self-esteem are nothing compared to a disease that is the third most common cancer causing death for men of all ages. My personal joke has a real cause behind it. My facial flair means something more than a wannabe Burt Reynolds. I think I want to make this a tradition and my cause once a year. My wife and kids will love to hear that, but I’m sure the MO I do it the MO they’ll appreciate my efforts.
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