I fell in love last night with a waiter at the Belmont and he had a mustache. It was a Brandon Flowers of the Killers kind of mustache. Strange to me how that's trendy right now, but it worked on him none the less.
My dad has always had a mustache. I remember there was only one time that he shaved it off and my mom and I were pissed. I guess since my dad always had a mustache I associated NOT having a mustache with bad guys or creepy guys. Weird, I know.
I was so weirded out by my first dentist, a childs' dentist mind you, because #1 he did not have a a mustache, and #2 he wore a gold chain. His shirt had to be buttoned down just far enough to bare his chest for me to know he wore a gold chain. CREEPY. Creepy despite having a big teddy bear in the room-okay that is creep, creepy despite having flavored toothpaste, and creepy despite being able to choose a prize out of the treasure chest. My mom switched me to a new dentist after this particular one wanted to pull 5 of my baby teeth.
I was also always creeped out by such actors as Dudley Moore and Michael Caine. Sure they both have British accents, but more importantly, they both did not have mustaches! I really couldn't watch these men without getting angry at them for a long time. I still don't think I'd be able to sit through any of the Arthur movies without cringing. I was much more comfortable with Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds.
Thanks Dad and thank you Belmont waiter...I love you.