Mr. Mustachio

Since Thanksgiving I've insisted that the boyfriend grow facial hair. This insistence was born out of a certain curiosity...the curiosity of what the boyfriend would look like if he let a beard grow more than three days. He, I'm pretty sure, was not very into it and kept threatening to shave the whole thing off before I felt the experiment was finished. He did, however, shave a majority of it off the day before we left Chicago. But, once again, at my insistence he left a mustache...I thought it looked quite dashing...the boyfriend thought it made him look like an adolescent from the seventies. I say potato he says stupid...we've called the whole thing off.