after 14 grueling hours of work i came home dirly and smelling like a lazy frenchman. the smell was so piquant that i kept sniffing my armpits to make sure it was actually me that smelt like that. it wasn't a totally offensive odor, but i wasn't sure if it was totally pleasant. it reminded me of sex and for the first time i realized the truth in people likening pheromones and body odor. it's not like i was huffing my pits and wanting to hump my leg, but i could see the connection, ...er, or rather smell the connection. it smelt very...human, organic. indescribeably familiar.
and then i took a shower and went to bed.
end of day. end of story.
and then i took a shower and went to bed.
end of day. end of story.
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A) I was with another guy, but knew I'd be meeting my hubby - call it a premonition - so I told the previous guy it would only be temporary thing in light of that.
B) I was a virgin at the time and wasn't ready for a little sum'n sum'n yet, so I told hubby to go do his thing until such time as I was ready.
C) When we met it was the first few weeks of college and our new little group of friends was in a Spin-the-Bottle mode, fooling around with each other from time to time. After he fooled around with my friend, she sort of recommended him to me because he was fun to play with plus he'd apparently let on to her that he had a crush on me.
And no, I don't own the monkey suit, good thing as it was quite smelly.