Mankind’s search for true love is an interesting subject. It could suck you into countless books (please avoid Goethe’s Werther – we already lost too many belowthefans this way) and literally trillions of heartbreaking stories.
But a few succeed. And the reason couldn’t be any more obvious: the male gender of the relatioship had mustache. (and not the female – just take a look at Frida’s love life)
Well well, I could extend my reasons for lines and more lines in awe of this wonderful and cristaline feeling, but hey, this is not a self-help blog.
And besides, today’s friday so I’m out to get some myself. But just after I quote Mr.Lennon: folks, all you need is mustache.