If I run into a guy with a closely trimmed moustache and fairly short hair, I say to myself “uhm, okay…a man’s man type, possibly a conservative, probably born and raised in the West or Midwest or the South or northern Maine…possibly a former athlete or an ex-military guy…probably steady and trustworthy but not that hip.”
But a Wyatt Earp handlebar moustache and super-short hair with Marine Corps whitewalls? No way, man…no way in hell.
If I was a real-deal artist like Taylor Swift, I definitely wouldn’t fuck this guy. Because if I did I would know what everyone would be saying…another quickie relationship, and then she’ll write a song when they break up.
