“Kissing a man without a moustache is like eating an egg without salt.” Carlos Fuentes
Wanting a
great moustache isn’t like aspiring to walk on the moon. For most men, and some
ladies, growing a basic moustache is attainable. But to grow a top-notch moustache
one is up against 3 things. It takes time. A great ‘stache is more than hair on
a lip. It is Michelangelo’s marble shaped into David. A beard grown, trimmed
and shaped. A culmination of desire
realized. Stylized and personal, it’s an external trademark; think Tom Selleck,
Salvador Dali, Groucho Marx and Mark Twain. A superior growth of facial hair requires
superior genes. And finally, one must deal with their native culture; and when
I say culture I mean my wife.
She says
hair on other men’s faces is ‘fine,’ but not on mine. The corollary rule is that
all of us must be neatly shaven. No burly-home beer-brewer beards, no ZZ Top like
facial hair and your moustache must be clean and clipped unlike that of Albert
Einstein or Sam Elliott. To continue to be kissed I can’t keep growing the
moustache I want.
My dream is
to have a Handlebar moustache. A rich, thick growth of hair that can be waxed
and curled on the ends. Of the 12 mainline moustaches this one says rogue and
nefarious with a hint of evil cartoon character thrown in, Snidely Whiplash
with a swagger. It’s not that I want the ‘stache for the same reason some guys
like their Dodge Rams. I’ve had beard and moustache, one or both, since college
save for a season when my employer forbade it. There was a week or two when I
shaved it off from boredom only to realize that I did not like the look. This I
realized from both looking in the mirror and from a constant lust after other
men’s moustaches.
The wife and
I have reached some sort of compromise. I can grow it out for the month of
November. This is hardly meeting in the middle. To put it another way,
Michaelangelo took 3 years to carve David. But relationships always involve
some compromise. In The Princess Bride, Westley (sporting a wimpy pencil
moustache) works with a vengeful, sword-carrying mustached Montoya to save his
love. True love always sacrifices. So I’ll wait for the moustache I want.
