Ping
Tuna melt?
No, that’s your date’s underwear.
Sounds more like a fart project.
“Oh, teacher! Can I major in Smell Dating?”
Surely, this is the Lord’s way of telling people they have too much time on their hands.
New York’s School for Poetic Copulation.
Well, now I’ve read it again, I see that customers don’t know what the gender or sexual orientation is of the ten T-shirt wearers they sniff.
They could be in for an unpleasant surprise. But what can they expect?
The whole place is an armpit at best.
An art project. Bunch of liberals. I’m still not in the trending crowd. I dated real men who cleaned up good. NYers can keep their stinky arm pits.
Seems appropriate for NYC. About the sort of thing you’d expect from that sewer.
It is true that much of attraction is chemical. May partly explain the mess the dating scene is in, in this country - all the whiz bang chemicals people ingest, making themselves toxic and strange...
One example: Most girls are on birth control. Once they go off it, they find they don’t feel the same tingles for big daddy any more. It’s a chemical divorce.
The most comforting scents to a woman are the scent of clean babies and a man's sweat. Why? We've been engrained to recognize them as signs of love, family, life, on a subconscious level. When does a woman usually inhale a man's scent the most? When she's in his arms. A baby? In her arms.
I must say, I love my husband's scent. Shower, no shower, aftershave, no aftershave, doesn't matter. When I travel, I bring his t-shirts with me to sleep in because I find the aroma very comforting. I know certain perfumes I wear start his engines, too.
Like the scent of certain foods can cause your mouth to water, the scent of certain people can also elicit a physical response (hopefully, not a negative one!).