Dreams and Filthy Metro
Dreamt that I was trying to get myself committed into a psychiatric ward while under heavy sedation. The doctor on call was giving me a hard time about it.
Every morning, I wake up and immediately take a shower. I put on clean clothes and a couple squirts of perfume - not too heavy. Imagine my surprise when the man I was sitting next to on the train leaned away from me and put his hand over his nose. When I sat down he stopped reading his paper, glared at me, and leaned so far into the window I was afraid he'd try and scramble out of it.
Now I am 99.9% sure I do not smell - badly. Nor do I think I smell of cat. At least no one has ever said anything and I've gotten enough dates over the years to lead me to believe that odor isn't an issue. I should smell faintly of Estee Lauder's Pure White Linen - so maybe dude has an issue with perfume hocked by Gweneth Paltrow (jebus, again with that woman!).
The situation got me a little self conscious. Then I started to wonder if maybe he was self conscious about something. Then I started to get nervous. What was he hiding? And for that matter, was that ... urine I smelled?!
I surreptitiously eyeballed his pants but didn't see anything suspect. By the end of the ride, we were both leaning away from each other. If I wasn't terrified of strange bodily fluids, I might have laughed. Maybe.
Every morning, I wake up and immediately take a shower. I put on clean clothes and a couple squirts of perfume - not too heavy. Imagine my surprise when the man I was sitting next to on the train leaned away from me and put his hand over his nose. When I sat down he stopped reading his paper, glared at me, and leaned so far into the window I was afraid he'd try and scramble out of it.
Now I am 99.9% sure I do not smell - badly. Nor do I think I smell of cat. At least no one has ever said anything and I've gotten enough dates over the years to lead me to believe that odor isn't an issue. I should smell faintly of Estee Lauder's Pure White Linen - so maybe dude has an issue with perfume hocked by Gweneth Paltrow (jebus, again with that woman!).
The situation got me a little self conscious. Then I started to wonder if maybe he was self conscious about something. Then I started to get nervous. What was he hiding? And for that matter, was that ... urine I smelled?!
I surreptitiously eyeballed his pants but didn't see anything suspect. By the end of the ride, we were both leaning away from each other. If I wasn't terrified of strange bodily fluids, I might have laughed. Maybe.