Can it be so wrong
for a man to like the smell of his own body odor?
I mean, not like as in “have a cologne made”, I mean like as in, take off a tshirt after a hard day’s work and sniff it and say “it’s good to be a man”.
Monday 26 Nov 2007
Well, I don’t much care for it, but my wife loves it.
What Chris said.
Farted in the shower last night. It was pretty rough. Damn plastic curtain contained it quite well.
I think that “a hard day’s work” is key here. I don’t mind the odor and my wife has made it clear that she certainly doesn’t mind my odor, either.
Odors are quite powerful.
Years ago, I bought a 1-ton Dodge cab/chassis 4WD that had had an auger drill mounted on it. I got it for a song…but that’s another story. This truck had been operated for 15 years by sweaty, dirty men doing a hard day’s work.
It had a unique odor.
I put a flat bed on it and used it for hauling, hunting, and sometimes commuting (5 miles!). One day, I hauled a washer and dryer that we were done with to a friend’s house about 50 miles away. They hadn’t seen the truck yet and were surprised when I pulled up in this monster rig. The friend’s wife crawled up into the cab while we were unloading the appliances and hadn’t come out by the time we were done. When we went looking for her, she was lying on the seat looking at the roof of the cab, eyes closed, and had the most interesting smile on her face.
When she realized we were there, she leapt into her husband’s arms exclaiming how she just loved the smell of sweaty old trucks and drug him (he with a bewildered look on his face) into the house, slamming the door behind them. I decided to leave at that point, laughing out loud.
I usually feel the same way about my skivvies.
I think my pits after a day of working smell like coffee, I like the smell of coffee.
Sometimes (take today for instance–I raked up all the freakin’ leaves in the front yard, there was a chill in the air, but I was working up a sweat) I pull a Kevin Kline, lift my arm up, stick my nose under there’n breathe loud and deep.
I spotted some jerk neighbor across the street just staring at me, and I yelled “Asshooollle!” while brandishing my rake.
Mo, I’m trying to picture you doing that – without much success. You just look like such a nice person!