March 3, 2011

It Has Been A Downright Pleasure Smelling His Cologne As He Walked Past Me
WHAT is that smell? I can't get enough!
As the lightly scented breeze hit my face, I stopped in my tracks and started wildly sniffing the air like a bloodhound, trying to trace the scent. DAMN, son! Someone invested in some fancy cologne.

I'm not sure if it was a present from his Mom last Christmas or from an ex with excellent taste or if he strutted his little butt down to Nordstrom's and picked it out himself, but I just wanna say that being downwind from his stride has been an absolute pleasure.

I wish I could capture smells somehow because I would upload it to my phone, email it to myself, print it out, and frame it on the motherfucking wall. I want to live in a world where ALL men's necks smell like his. Can we make that happen, please? Can't Bono make a few phone calls and get that ball rolling? Fuck, I'd pay a months' rent just to roll around in his dirty t-shirts. He smells like a hip-hop mogul. He smells the exact opposite of how I'd imagine Matthew McConaughey to smell like. Shiiiiiiiit

Not to be a creepster, but it has been a downright pleasure smelling this stranger's scent. If this were a transaction on eBay, I'd say, "A++++. Would smell again!" And, I'd mean every word. Bravo, sir. Bravo.


Anonymous said...

You have to find out what this smell is/was and tell the rest of us. I'm obsessed with smell (love it when girls smell good, put too much time into thinking about my own cologne choice). You can't just throw out an amazing description like this and not do some follow up work.

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