Though I haven't heard from many of you in my previous Movember posts, I am refusing to give up on my participation in this worthy fundraiser for Men's Health issues including Prostate Cancer research funding.
In fact, I have finally decided that now is high time for me to get serious about the spirit of the project, by sculpting my previous facial hair effort (a fine goatee) down to a very questionable looking fuzzy caterpillar mustache.
|Cropped for effect|
I breifly considered NOT chopping off my chin hair because well....let's be honest, this dazzling new resident of my upper lip makes me look Creepy at best. To those of you who would point out that I only sported the stache a few days before then end of the month, yes you have a point.
But, I will counter that with this fact. I was brave enough display the caterpillar on my first day here in Las Vegas. At a work related conference. With nearly 8000 of my colleagues, many of whom I have worked with for years, attending along side of me! That certainly has to make up somewhat for waiting this long to pare down.
One thing that surprised me here at my conference was the paltry number of other men who were brothers in the stache department. Maybe not many guys in my line of work know about Movember. Of course, this fact only made me more self conscious about walking amongst the throngs with my furry lip. And I'll have to admit I was a bit preoccupied about who was looking at me, and what they were thinking.
For instance, I was in one conference session which was packed to the brim with well over a thousand attendees. There weren't many chairs available and fire code wouldn't allow us to start until everyone had a seat. The speaker then announced "Anyone with a free chair next to them raise your hand" and as soon as a hand went up a couple of rows over, the woman next to me got up and moved there. Coincidence? Personally, I think she was frightened by my mustache.
Given my self consciousness, when I did see another guy sporting a Selleck, or some variation there of, I was eager to make a fraternal connection with him. I envisioned the Brotherhood of the Stache to have some sort of secret code of acknowledgement where I could give them a nod and we would instantly understand each other. Or I could point to my stache and smile. Perhaps they were participating in Movember too?
That didn't go so well.
Eventually I learned that we were sharing the facility with the participants in a rather large rodeo which was coming into town soon. That may have very well explained why I wasn't getting nods of acknowledgement in return from many of these mustached guys.
From that point on, I decided there were a few guys whose mustaches I definitely should ignore. They included: Guys with ponytails, guys with cowboy hats, guys with t-shirts tucked into their belted jeans, and finally guys with large silver belt buckles. I figured most of them probably have had the caterpillar for much more than a month.
And, just when I was questioning wisdom and timing of my actions, I ran into a former colleague of mine who had moved on to position in another state. I explained to him that I was looking creepy only because participating in Movember. It turns out his father had passed recently from a bout with prostate cancer. He appreciated what I was doing, and graciously donated $200 to my Movember page!
I have to say, that instantly made all of it worth while.
Remember readers, if you haven't already you can still donate to me or my team. Plus, there is an exciting possibility that Phillips Norelco will match the teams donation, up to $15,000, which would put us close to the $30,000 mark.
How awesome it that?