Oh that smell...
Many years ago I was invited by a young lady to a weekend in Key West. She had been my boss at one job and I was hers on another one. We were solidly in each others friend zones and had shared quite a few other adventures.
There are a few good stories from that trip but this one came to mind when I heard about the new "GOOP" candle scent.
After a very short time I sat down right at the stage. Mel was circulating and though I didn't find out until later, was trying to find me a date. Bless her sweet heart.
About half way through the second artists set I felt a pair of soft hands travel seductively from my shoulders, slowly down my chest and come to rest on my upper thigh. Long dark hair suddenly was falling all round my face. I heard the voice of an angel right behind me. She said, "You must be Theo."
Well, I was so I leaned back into a very pleasant sort of neck brace and looked up.
Oh my buttons and bows. She was simply beautiful. On top of that she had an air of exotic mystery and this hungry, focused look about her. She reminded me of a wild cat about to pounce on some prey.
So she introduced herself, with her stage name of course. Then she paused and said, very quietly, "My real name is Pam." She then asked me to call her Dixie, or Vixen or something like that.
She asked me if I'd mind if she took Mel (my friend) in "the back" for a private dance. "No charge", she said and then she bought me a drink. I said that I'd be surprised because I didn't think Mel swung in that direction but that wouldn't mind in the slightest. She even asked if I was sure, that she didn't want to cause any problems. I assured her that if would not affect our "relationship" in the slightest.
I was surprised !
Pam brought Mel back to me about forty five or so minutes later. They seemed like they had enjoyed themselves or each other and if it hadn't been closing time I'm not sure how long they would have been back there.
Mel sat down at a table next to me. she looked a little wobbly, like her legs weren't quite working right. Her hair was a mess and her eyes looked like they were having trouble focusing or something. But the grin on her face was amazing. I don't think I've ever seen anybody over about a year old smile like that. It turns out I was surprised some more.
Dixie came in close again, from above and behind. I got treated to the spectacular neck brace for a moment but instead of running her hands down my chest, she ran them though my beard. She caressed or maybe fondled is a better word my beard for some time. She ran her fingers through it and cupped it in her palms. She even ran the back of her hands down from my ears to my lips and chin. I was pleasantly surprised.
Now I'm not going to say what she was doing while she was giving me a what amounted to a beard job. Suffice it to say that my face fur was well seasoned by the, let's call it, conditioner that she had applied.
Did I mention it was closing time ? Mel got her land legs back about the time all the lights came on. We all got back together and headed to the first after hours bar we could find. Then if memory serves me, at least two or three other bars before calling a cab or two.
The funny thing was, I couldn't buy another drink that night. Every time I bellied up to order something, some woman or another would lean in and hit on me. "Oooh, you smell good", and "Can I join you guys", and the like. All night long.
So guys, and some of you ladies, you might want to consider getting one of those Gwyneth Paltrow candles. It just might work better than AXE Body Spray ?
