What’s That Smell? Ooooohhoooh that smell, cantch…

What’s That Smell?

Ooooohhoooh that smell, cantcha smell that smell!

Sometimes I forget what happens, how events occur, and unfold. Other times I just plain old forget to do something, like pack a Power Bar, close a window, bring an umbrella, nothing that would really destroy the world.

This morning, I’m sitting in my cube, and doing my work.

I smell something.

Not sure of what it is, I freeze my body, and let my brain run its check as to what this smell could possibly be.

DING! We have a hit.

It’s rubber.

Rubber?

Why do I smell rubber? I looked at the bottom of my shoes, looked around my desk, and did not see anything that would smell like rubber.

Then I remember that I didn’t take a shower this morning. I usually shower the night before work, but lately I’ve been showering at night before bed, again in the morning before I leave for work, and yet again in the evening when I get home. NYC has been way too hot and sticky. This morning though was 66 degrees F. I didn’t need that extra shower, and didn’t take it.

Now I’m thinking what if I normally smell like rubber if I don’t shower in the morning, and I’ve never realized it, and nobody has ever informed me of such things.

I’d like to state I am often complimented as smelling very good. People wonder what I use, and I tell them my secret. It’s April Fresh Downy fabric softener in the clothing. It keeps me sweet scented all day long.

So back to the point… Why is there a rubber smell near me?

Then I remember that I did not shower this morning, but I did shower last night, before the girlfriend came over, and that this shower was before we did the unspeakable. If you don’t know what the unspeakable is let me explain it for you. The unspeakable is when two people have sweet yet dirty hot sex with each other that stains the comforter cover. The type of sex that lets the entire neighborhood know that I am a MAN! The type of sex that makes each of you scream the joys of passion. The kind that afterwards when I take off a condom I am way too tired to jump back in the shower. The kind of sex that lets me cuddle, and talk a good conversation until it abruptly ends with my snoring in mid sentence.

Bottom line, the rubber smell is most likely my rubber scented penis, and I’m not sure if everyone else notices the scent.

***Writing this blog has made me feel like Danielle Steele.