I once dated a man that smelled like baby oil.
We only went out two, maybe three times. So I never got to the point of asking or observing why he smelled like baby oil.
Truth be told, I use baby oil when I shave my legs (dry skin, if you must know), so, immediately, I knew what it was. And there's much worse smells than baby oil.
Much. Worse. Smells.
We didn't stop dating because of that. Still, it was a bit odd to have a grown man smell of Eau de Baby.
Not that he needed to douse himself in Stetson or Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue Pour Homme* or whatever. I don't need my man to smell like burlap or asphalt or wet sheepdog or whatever else they put in that stuff.
I guess if I could choose a smell for a man, other than fabulous Eau de (Clean) Man, I'd probably go with a food I like, but something non-wimpy. You know, like Eau de Pizza.
I can smell me a lot of pizza.
Talk about irresistible.
*No, I am not making that up. Remember when your dad wore Old Spice, because that's what he received from you every birthday? Talk about making sacrifices for the kids. *shakes head*
07 January 2009
"Ooh Baby Baby" --Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
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I'm saving myself for a man who smells like cookies. Chocolate chip or peanut butter...I'm not that fussy.
Ooh, baby oil is also good as cheap eye make up remover.
I love plain old man smell, though I guess thats different for everyone. Woodsy?
I'm still a Hai Karate man
I smell like cigarettes and regret.
A man that smells like pizza is my dream man!
If I ever go out with someone doused in eau de steak and gin & tonic, I'll be forced to marry him and I'll probably never even realize why.
All I could think when I read this was, "I didn't know L dated Smoove B!" :)
Mmm...smelling like cookies is good, but I'm usually with Lem. I can't quite put my finger on it, but just that natural "man" smell.
He probably used the baby oil to jerk off with.
It makes sense that he would do that right before a date, as well.
Think about it.
Perhaps he just had a squeaky baby that you never found out about.
Did he too shave his legs?
Matt! Holy sweet Jesus, I SO didn't need to know that.
But it's funny!
And I like good old man smell. I used to love rum and cigarette smell, but not so much anymore.
I'm spreading pizza all over myself right now.
As long as it's not eau de cigarettes or oily hair, I'm pretty much accepting of any smell (well, maybe I should think about that...)
Secret Shame Alert!!!:
I LOVE the smell of Old Spice.
I wear cologne every time I leave the house. I use it to mute the smell of awesomeness that I admit, humbly, can at times be overwhelming. I also selfishly like that no one else I've met wears the cologne I do. Reminds me of having been the only guy in my high school not wearing CK One or Polo Sport. Free spirit, I am. Weird like no other, I am.
Eau de Grilled Filet Mignon works too.
Fearless in Toronto, Liebchen: Mmm, cookies!
Lemmonex: Wasn't he an owl? What do owls smell like? Dead field mice?
Herb of DC: *squints sideways* Now, they don't still make that so are you churning it out in your basement?
Narm: With a touch of Powder Fresh Secret.
LBluca77: Million dollar idea.
Urban Bohemian, Kate, Emma: :)
Matt: Um, thanks. Hadn't thought of that. Now, I will. Forever.
Bilbo: Good riddance, then. The squeaky ones are the worst!
Fiona: Could be!
Mike: I was wondering who would take the bait. :)
Barbara: Trust me. You want to think about that.
LiLu: Daddy issues?
f.B: Never mute your awesomeness. As Marianne Williamson said "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure..."
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