People get divorced for many reasons. I know a fella that had a habit of, when he was at the mall with his now ex-wife, drenching himself in stuff like British Sterling, a stunning frangrance that retailers foolishly left out for the public to sample. I think perhaps it was subconciously something he did because he didn't really enjoy shopping that much, but in fact he also loved the smell of cheap department store men's cologne. His now ex- wife liked it less. I think married people get used to the smell of their partners or divorce them; one or the other.
When I introduced a young woman I knew to my friend Rudy in a bar one morning, he commented that she smelled like she got drunk and fell into the perfume counter at Woolworths. For him, a compliment.
I love perfume wafting from a woman's neck, or a hippie girl swirling in a cloud of petchouli. It's so beautiful.
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