I like goatees

While in a meeting today, I couldn’t help but think about what it might be like to make out with someone with a moustache. Yes, I was meeting with someone who had a moustache. No, I did not want to make out with him. I was just wondering.

 

His moustache was slightly longer than his upper lip. As I observed it, and watched it get wet from his drink, I pondered the make out. Several hours later, Sleepless and I were heading to our art class and the concept was still consuming my mind. “Have you ever kissed a guy with a moustache?” I asked her. “No,” she replied. “Me either, but I assume it is like going down on a girl,” I said. “I like goatees,” she told me.

 

We arrived at our art class and, instead of painting, we practiced the fine art of dining and wining. Ice Cream Man’s Mom was quite enjoying the conversation which, as usual, was diverse. I decided to ask her the same question I had asked Sleepless. Unlike Sleepless, she had kissed a guy with a moustache. Unlike me, she did not liken it to going down on a girl. In fact, she was pretty sure of that, “No. It is not like going down on a girl.”

 

Several hours later, I drove Sleepless home. As she exited the car, she glanced my way, smiled, and said, “I moustache you a question.” “I like goatees,” I replied.

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