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i smell

 good.  One of my favorite parts of the morning is when i get to spritz on my favorite perfume.  Some women don't feel complete without lipstick, or a full face of makeup.  I don't feel complete without a scent.

I do it for me, because it makes me happy.  I don't wear it for anyone else, although, i do love when someone compliments how good i smell.  Yes, i know. I do. :)

I used to use the cheaper stuff and then one day i decided that i deserved to enjoy the good stuff.  I have a much smaller selection, my signature scents.  To me, this is a luxury.  I appreciate that i take such good care of me.

I once knew a man who told me i smelled.  He didn't say it like it was a good thing.  He said perfume gave him a headache, and that i shouldn't wear it.  He preferred the "natural" smell of soap and water.

Which, i also use.  

I think that was the nastiest thing a male has ever said to me.  I stink?  I'm very consious of smells and he obviously had a delicate nose.  So i didn't punch him in the face.  I'm a lady.

He had no idea why we didn't see each other again.  Men don't want to be "changed" and hellooooo, neither do women.  My scent is picked carefully and enjoyed immensly by me.  If you don't like it, you don't like ME.

I myself prefer a man with some chest hair and a bit of a package.  But you didn't see me telling him to change. 

I bought a new scent and i woke up this morning and couldn't wait to shower and put it on.  Like christmas morning.  The joy.  The small things that i consider extra.

So.....i better make sure to have a special display of my perfumes in the van.  Add that to the list.

i stink.  Ha!  

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