*sniff sniff* Oh lord. You smell like my ex.
Yup, it's the same exact cologne I bought him circa '01 when we first met and realized that he also smelled like a previous boyfriend. He wore the shit out of it and just smelling that scent transports me back to the days of skipping my 8am class to snooze another hour in his extra-long twin bed. Now I wanna toss a lanyard around your neck, dress you in cargo shorts, and have us shotgun a Miller Light together. I feel hungover just thinking about it. Your cologne is taking me back to my hot mess heyday.
You don't look happy. I'm not surprised. I wouldn't want my dude involuntarily thinking of another girl every time he got a whiff of my perfume. It could be worse though; imagine having to tell your high school boyfriend that he wears the same scent as your mother. I've heard he still cries at the mention of CK One. Poor little guy.
So, let's fix this: You. Me. Department store. I'll bring my off-limits cologne list and you just bring your fine self (just leave your Bio book and Frisbee at home).