"Ooh Baby Baby" --Smokey Robinson & the Miracles

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*