Idunno....
So my fiance, Nellbot, has an older sister, Catherine, who works for Armani in NYC. I'm not exactly sure what she does there, but she gets all kinda' discounts and so forth. She sent a little sample package of aftershave and men's shampoo last week. When Nellbot and Catherine were on the phone, Nellbot thanked her for the samples. Catherine asked her if I would be interested in some cologne that smelled the same. Nellbot relayed the offer to me, to which I replied, "I dunno, you tell me."
Now, I don't want this to sound like I was being an asshole, somehow intentionally indifferent for the sake thereof. Mainly, I just don't know about that shit. The cologne I'm currently wearing was picked out by the fabulous Nellbot. She said she liked it, I didn't find it repellant, so I started wearing it. My main concern is that I don't smell like crotch or armpits. So long as I have those target areas taken care of, I really can't formulate an opinion. Likewise, I can't comment on whether I like tope or eggshell better. They're both just white to me. I simply don't have the refinement nor the inclination to make the distinction.
On top of all that, I'm far more concerned with when the next The Goon tpb comes out, who would win in a fight between robot-Sally Struthers and robot-Bruce Valanch, and whether or not I'll ever finish my version of The Aristocrats.
Nellbot understands this about me and I think it actually makes our lives a bit simpler. That is, if she wants me to wear a certain fragrance, I'll just wear it. Since I don't have an opinion on the matter there can be no conflict. So I say, "I dunno, you tell me," and she smiles and says to Catherine, "Yeah, he wants some."
A match made in heaven.
Now, I don't want this to sound like I was being an asshole, somehow intentionally indifferent for the sake thereof. Mainly, I just don't know about that shit. The cologne I'm currently wearing was picked out by the fabulous Nellbot. She said she liked it, I didn't find it repellant, so I started wearing it. My main concern is that I don't smell like crotch or armpits. So long as I have those target areas taken care of, I really can't formulate an opinion. Likewise, I can't comment on whether I like tope or eggshell better. They're both just white to me. I simply don't have the refinement nor the inclination to make the distinction.
On top of all that, I'm far more concerned with when the next The Goon tpb comes out, who would win in a fight between robot-Sally Struthers and robot-Bruce Valanch, and whether or not I'll ever finish my version of The Aristocrats.
Nellbot understands this about me and I think it actually makes our lives a bit simpler. That is, if she wants me to wear a certain fragrance, I'll just wear it. Since I don't have an opinion on the matter there can be no conflict. So I say, "I dunno, you tell me," and she smiles and says to Catherine, "Yeah, he wants some."
A match made in heaven.
posted by Ueberyak at 7:03 AM
2 Comments:
beautiful! that's exactly how it works for me as well. i let my wife tell me what smells good, what kind of clothes look good on me (for the most part), and what colors look best on our walls. i realize that when i defer - better choices are often made and i don't have to worry about things i don't care about
Maybe it's just me, but I have always thought that pussy "flavored" cologne would be great.
Shit, I'd wear it.
And there could be sophisticated scents, too. Sweaty Fat Chick, Train-Haulin' Whore, Cheesy Fuck...I don't know, I think it'd be a hit.
I've also thought for years that pussy flavored Life Savers would be a great big hit.
WHO wouldn't like THOSE?
If I only knew a food chemist...
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