|WHAT is that smell? I can't get enough!|
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.