I wish there was another human being in bed with me, but I’ve found comfort in fancy-ass candles.
In which I express my desire for my boyfriend to smell like Austrian smoked cheese.
body lotion
After my showers back in college, my big, nasty frat house bathroom would smell like a giant candy cane, which all the idiots I lived with seemed to love, and so did I.
Despite my interest in style and beauty, perfume has never really been my game. Like, just make me smell nice, you know?
I’m a shower-wall beater (and possibly other things) when the stuff is good, I fully admit that.