Sniff.

This is silly, but I used to see this guy. And I was pretty sure I didn’t like him that much. He was just a distraction. I liked the attention. When I used to go to his house to see him, he always smelled like soap. Freshly showered man became my new favorite scent. Finally I decided to find out once and for all what the scent was. The soap was green. I looked under the cabinet in the bathroom. It was Irish Spring. I bought some for my house. I didn’t like the way it looked (green didn’t really match in my bathroom). But every time I washed my hands, the strong manly scent of the soap intoxicated me in thoughts of him. Unfortunately this also meant I was I hooked. I knew it. Damn.