I sat with her wondering if she was aware of the smell or if it's one of those things that you can't smell on yourself. Surely she must have friends or family that would say something to her, I thought. Who knows? Maybe they smell like cheese too. I'm not about to find out, though. We had our little date, went our separate ways, and I got home in time to catch the second half of the NBA Finals. Luckily I had some Baked Lays to munch on while I watched the game because that bag of Cheese Doodles in the drawer never looked more unappetizing.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Went out with a woman last night who was cheesy. Not in the Brooklyn accent having, Newport 100s smoking, tanning salon going, Lee Press On Nails wearing kinda way. I mean she literally smelled like cheese. It wasn't overwhelming, though. In fact, I couldn't smell her when we were sitting apart from each other at the table. It was only when she walked by me, as I opened the door for her when we entered and left the cafe, that the aroma of milk curd hit me. It was one of those smells where you're not initially sure of its source. When she walked past me the first time, I started to smell myself thinking maybe it was my new deodorant. But then I remembered I was wearing Right Guard "Sport," not Right Guard "Gorgonzola." It was definitely her.