Those that know me, have pretty much seen the same mug for the past 20 years. I'm blessed or cursed, depending on your viewpoint, with low growth of facial hair. It's been great. I have a schedule. Monday, Wednesday, Friday and prior to dates, important meetings, and other significant events, I pull out the razor. In elementary school, classmates of mine, Jimmy & Pete, who were brothers, had 5 o'clock shadow at noon in the 5th grade. They, of Greek descent, I believe, went through more razors by high school than I have so far my entire life.
Even with my 3 times a week schedule, I could skip a day on occasion. My excellent Asian genes provide me with a baby face. My younger brother is the same way, although he does have to shave daily. My hair has always grown on the edges. A blessing that will not allow for a receding hairline. But I've always wondered what if? Not that I want a 70's porn mustache. I'm not a kung fu master or an early Hollywood Asian villain. Those jobs require facial hair. But for once, maybe, I thought, I could get something.
This morning, I apparently hit that mark. As I picked up the razor, I noticed that I am actually on the verge of a mustache. Much more than normal, and I did shave on Monday. I took it off anyways. Ugh, my freedom may be gone. I'll have to shave daily. Now I'm thinking maybe I should let it grow and see how it goes. So I've found some youth in my adult years. I'm 14 again. Let's hope the breakouts don't follow.
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