Shave #16: Adventures in facial hair

I tried styling my facial hair exactly twice.  In the early 90s, I tried on the goatee (yes, I know it's not really a goatee, but that's what most people called it then) associated with Grunge Culture.  I really struggled keeping it even.  It migrated left and right across my face like a slow-motion tennis match.  Eventually, my girlfriend at the time told me to shave it off, and I did.

Years later, I went another route.  This time, my inspiration came from this guy:

Maybe it was Goose Gossage.  I don't remember.

I can't find the pictures, but I really did rock the Fu Manchu.  I selected the style because I thought people took me too seriously.  By that time, I started trimming the remnants of my hair pretty closely to my scalp and wearing mostly khakis and button-downs to work.  As a result, I think people assumed I had no personality whatsoever and seem startled when I tried to tell a joke.  Perhaps I just told bad jokes, dunno.

I did notice, however, that when I wore the Fu Manchu, my jokes got funnier.  People thought I looked a little wild and dangerous.  Actually, people either freaked out entirely or they were amused and found it easier to talk to me.  It opened up a whole new world of conversation and social access to me.

Then my girlfriend at the time told me to shave it off, and I did.

At least I married that one.

UPDATED!

I knew it was in here somewhere