Standing in line at Chipotle tonight, the one right around the U of Dayton, minding my own business….
… and then!
Some jocky 20-something college kid gets in line behind me. I did not notice him at all when he walked up.
Oh no, I did not notice him until I smelled him. I recognized the scent immediately, not because it made me want to gag, but because the smell made me want to turn around and tear all his clothes off, just like in the commercials.
Yes, indeed: he was wearing Axe body spray.
Seriously. It triggers my crazy-attraction Kryptonite response like nothing else besides the Real Deal.
I find my stunning physical reaction to this body spray – so ridiculously like the commercials – to be incredibly embarrassing.
Seriously. I had to turn my back to him. I had to force myself not to turn and look, because I knew he was just some kid and certainly not All That, but gawd was I feeling otherwise… heady scent-drunk.
Sometimes I’m just so damn easy.