I Love Your Smell!

I have a weakness for one of the strangest things. It's aftershave. I can fall in love with a 4ft acne inflicted dork if he's wearing the right aftershave. I say the right aftershave because not every scent floats my boat. I don't care for musky animal smells. They remind me of my dad's ex-friend Lloyd who used to try to talk to me with his hands and invade my personal space to the point of talking to me almost nose-to-nose. Lloyd always smelt of musk, cigarettes and alcohol. I remember Lloyd used to wear Cuban heels and one Saturday night, I saw him from my bedroom window being noisily ejected from our house. As my dad was man-handling him, Lloyd caught his Cuban heel on our gate at the front door and fell over. I can still remember laughing and laughing until belly was in knots.

Anyway, going back to the subject of "regular" aftershave and not the musky stuff, the smell of aftershave moves me.

I went to breakfast at work the other morning with a guy from accounts. He thinks about life in the bland shade of grey and numbers. He's the complete opposite of the kind of person I can easily get along with, but every time I walk past him, he leaves the most gorgeous smell of Boss Aftershave hanging in the air. I literally go mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!! I know when he's been in the corridor, the lift or at the vending machine. If I could just put Idris Elba's head on his shoulders, the whole thing could work.

I even purchase aftershave for my own use. I know sometimes guys think I'm chatting them up when I ask them what scent they're wearing, but it's nothing to do with trying to "make friends", it's everything to do with me trying to satisfy my need and to make that scent mine.