Dear FayWhat?!
I’m writing to you from Celebration, Florida—yes, the land of suspiciously cheerful neighbors. So imagine my surprise when my very normal night out turned into… this. I met a guy—cute, confident, and rocking a thick mustache like he was auditioning for a reboot of Miami Vice. At first, I was intrigued. By drink two, I was invested. By drink three… I’m pretty sure I was in a full relationship with the mustache.
Here’s the problem: I cannot tell if I actually liked HIM or if I was just hypnotized by that upper-lip situation. He kept stroking it, twirling it, during sex. I loved it. Now he wants to see me again, and I don’t know what I’m saying yes to—the man… or the mustache.
Am I being shallow? Or did I just date a facial accessory?
— Confused in Celebration
