I was sitting in the library at college reading what has turned out to be a fantastic book. I was sitting in a seat that was being passed by a constant stream of people as they left the library for their lessons or just because they’d just had enough of whatever they were doing. Then it struck me.
Everyone that passed me had an unmistakable odour about them and it really wasn’t perfume. I don’t know what it was about me today but my nose was feeling unusually sensitive and I could definitely smell every single person that walked past me. Distinctly.
But this wasn’t the problem. The problem was (perhaps still is) that with a select few, this smell was bothering me in the slightest. It wasn’t causing me to try and breathe through my mouth or even wrinkle my nose in the slightest (not that I would but for perspective you see). Nope, on the contrary – the smelly bastards were turning me on.
I’m usually an aftershave girl. Or a once-I-get-to-know-your-body scent girl. Random body odours don’t do it for me. Except of course for today. Certain male bodies at my college had a scent about them that we definitely making me squirm in my seat and causing me to let my mind wander off of my not-so-squirmy novel. While others…well lets just say they didn’t. And it was definitely just the males too.
It’s strange and it may require some more investigation.