Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I've Been Known to Violently Sniff D's Bottle of Aftershave
Those who have spent any amount of time with me and possess superb hygiene are aware that I am quite vocal about how lovely people smell. However, up until a few short weeks ago, I had not realized how frequently I actually comment on this. L brought it to my attention, saying, "Jesus, can't you just silently appreciate someone's scent? Creep-factor-5,000!". This was after I remarked how delicious her hair smelled at a party.
I've always been drawn to people smells: deodorant, perfume, detergent, the occasional dryer sheet, etc. Especially those of the male persuasion. I suppose this harkens back to my middle school dance days, where Bennett Kling smelled like his foxy dad. Also? The dad thing? Very creepy. Do all boys wear their father's cologne to middle school dances? And too much of it to boot?
In my dating career, I haven't had the opportunity to spend extended amounts of time with guys who wear cologne (as the majority of individuals I've dated, excluding D, focused more of the calendar year on making the local Court Report than practicing personal hygiene). Perhaps that's why I can't get enough of the stuff? Perhaps years and years in a single-sex environment has left me desperately searching for any hint of stereotypical male essence that I can lay my olfactory on?
I find myself leaning closer to sweet smelling boys on the bus. At parties, I whip my head around, nose in the air, at the first whiff of cologne. I must highlight the fact that my lust for scent is not about the individual him/herself. I'm very happy with D (and his moisturizing aftershave gel, deodorant and pomade). It's simply my lady parts sounding the call of the wild. Like a divining rod searching for water, my ovaries lead me to Burberry Brit. Or, depending on my state of desperation, Axe Body Spray.
Those who have spent any amount of time with me and possess superb hygiene are aware that I am quite vocal about how lovely people smell. However, up until a few short weeks ago, I had not realized how frequently I actually comment on this. L brought it to my attention, saying, "Jesus, can't you just silently appreciate someone's scent? Creep-factor-5,000!". This was after I remarked how delicious her hair smelled at a party.
I've always been drawn to people smells: deodorant, perfume, detergent, the occasional dryer sheet, etc. Especially those of the male persuasion. I suppose this harkens back to my middle school dance days, where Bennett Kling smelled like his foxy dad. Also? The dad thing? Very creepy. Do all boys wear their father's cologne to middle school dances? And too much of it to boot?
In my dating career, I haven't had the opportunity to spend extended amounts of time with guys who wear cologne (as the majority of individuals I've dated, excluding D, focused more of the calendar year on making the local Court Report than practicing personal hygiene). Perhaps that's why I can't get enough of the stuff? Perhaps years and years in a single-sex environment has left me desperately searching for any hint of stereotypical male essence that I can lay my olfactory on?
I find myself leaning closer to sweet smelling boys on the bus. At parties, I whip my head around, nose in the air, at the first whiff of cologne. I must highlight the fact that my lust for scent is not about the individual him/herself. I'm very happy with D (and his moisturizing aftershave gel, deodorant and pomade). It's simply my lady parts sounding the call of the wild. Like a divining rod searching for water, my ovaries lead me to Burberry Brit. Or, depending on my state of desperation, Axe Body Spray.
