This past weekend I wore a big fake mustache.
What's the backstory here Doc?
Still wondering.
Not sure there's much of a backstory. I'm just a goofy fun loving attention whore. I spent a quarter on a fake mustache and wore it that night for laughs. I saw an old friend that night and we partied hard...when I woke up around noon the next day I realized that thing was still plastered on there. I only had a few hours until dinner with different friends, so I kept it going. Towards the end of the night it started hurting but in the name of shtick I was determined to keep it on a few hours more. We went to the bar next door to the restaurant and I was floored by the number of chicks who just came up and grabbed it or said/asked me about it. One chick just came up and started talking to me...not two minutes later it was a full makeout session. I let her rip it off if she'd give me a kiss.

I got 5 or so #'s that night.

My looks are pretty average and I'm not as stylish as you folk. But I've worn all kinds of crazy stuff. I don't do it to pick up chicks but because it's funny and causes some laughs. The wimmens are a bonus. I've worn some extremely colorful jackets, an oversized bowtie, a monkey hand puppet, a fake rubber hand, a giant party hat, nerd glasses, and the biggest gimmick of all, a crazed wig. I would sometimes bring a bag of suckers and shout "Lollipops for everybody!" That seems to work incredibly well. I can't remember everything I did but it really was for shtick...but the women - they love shticks. If you're the quiet type just wearing a suit is a

move. I've done that a few times. I used to have women randomly grab me in the bars and exclaim "Omg, my friend took a picture with you last week! Can we take a picture with you?!" And from there they'd usually buy me a drink and many a nights I hooked up with random chick. I got more booze/attention than all but the hottest of women. It becomes a feeding frenzy. People would always drag me out to the bars because I managed to quickly gather a following or would always find the after hours party. And because I had so many groupies other folk saw me with a crowd and the cycle just fed into itself. It was fun for a few years but then I fell into a relationship. I recently broke up and have slowly started going back out. Doesn't seem to be as much fun this time around. I think I'm getting old.