Yes… I have no musical selection today. I took A Richard Kastle cassette with me, but I never got to listen to it with Roxy’s stereo. I ended up driving the Rock 92 / 1075KZL Flow Mini-Cooper back home instead of my girl. And with everything being so busy, my slight musical psychosis has taken a backseat. To quote the great philosophers Metallica… “Sad but true.”
I got some good news a couple of weekends ago from my 4 year-old niece Skylar. After getting up out of bed and doing nothing in the form of freshening up… She came up and gave me a hug. Then she said, “You smell good.”
Yeah… Up out of bed and no shower. I smelled good to her. My only thought was… "YEAH!!!”
You see… I don’t wear cologne. I don’t really wear anything when it comes to scents. Oh sure, I’ve toyed around with a few things that I personally like, but I’ve always come back to just living with my own scent. And it’s always done fine by me.
As a matter of fact, I had no idea as to how well my own scent appealed to the opposite sex. It seems that women LOVE it! I’ve been told over the most recent years that I have a distinctive smell that women truly dig. I’ve even had a lady that I was seeing wear my unlaundered shirt to bed so that she can sleep with my scent. Some women have hugged me longer than I wanted because I smell so good to them.
So imagine my concern when a woman that I was going out with told me that my “smell” was gone. She said… “Your smell is gone. You need to get it back.”
I panicked! It simply couldn’t be! This smell has been with me my whole life… Where could’ve it possibly gone to? Why have my glands forsaken me?
I immediately went into a 4-hour depression. It was all I could think about. My smell was gone! I drank quite a few alcoholic beverages trying to figure out where and why it went away. I thought maybe it was my detergent. I thought maybe it was my most recent change in diet concerning fried foods. All the different things that I’ve recently changed were suddenly all culprits. Everything was a suspect.
Personally… I can’t smell it. I guess that I’ve lived with it my whole life that I can’t single out my own smell. My first ever girlfriend pointed it out to me once by saying… “What are you wearing? You smell so good!”
Again, I wear no cologne. What you smell is me and only me… Except for the various deodorants that I wear.
And ever since that first intimate encounter with women-kind, I’ve been getting nothing but rave reviews about the way I smell.
Yes, Skylar has totally brought it all back to me. Happiness is once again in my corner and my smell is back in business.
So ladies… If you’re in my neighborhood, feel free to park a nose near my neck. I will dig the hug and you may like what fills your nostrils. It’s a win-win situation.