Suddenly, for no good reason, I have a bee in my bonnet: I want my sweetheart to grow a handlebar mustache. There’s just something so devil-may-care and whimsical about a man with a thick shapely mustache that makes it very sexy.
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Archduke Ferdinand was once described as “a man of uninspired energy, dark in appearance and emotion, who radiated an aura of strangeness and cast a shadow of violence and recklessness … a true personality amidst the amiable inanity.” I think the mustache was what “radiated an aura”.
I don’t know who this dude is, but his mustache makes him look slightly less effeminate and much more appealing. Someone needs to get this guy a sandwich though; much too scrawny for my taste.
The man in the Heineken commercial, who gets into an “old timey bare-knuckles boxing match” is a fine specimen of mustachioed manliness. I like the extra care he takes to use mustache wax to curl the tips for a look that is simultaneously rugged and polished.
I know my sweetheart could pull this look off better than all three of these gentlemen. Maybe I’ll get him some mustache wax and a tiny little comb for the next gift-giving occasion.