Completely random post for the week. Yesterday afternoon, I entered the elevator to my apartment building just after picking up my mail. A middle aged man with a beer gut followed behind me and pressed the button to the 11th floor. Seems like a normal average day so far…just opening my mail…getting my keys from my purse…and then…. The door to the elevator closes and out comes this statement/question, “wow, you smell good, what are you wearing?” I think I was in such shock that someone would bother to make such a comment that I just spit out, “BURBERRY.” I don’t even think I looked up when I said it because I am sure I was making a face that would have given away my true horror. Then…here comes the ’I am desperate and need to make a quick line remark’…. he continues the ‘conversation’ by asking, “so, have I told you that before?” Ummmmmmmmm…..yeah…..do I look like I know you and want to continue this conversation. So I responded, “no.”
O.k. here’s the sad part about this story. This is not the first time that I’ve been horrified by some weird man making comments about my perfume. A couple of years ago I went out with a few friends to a bar for the evening. One of my friends and I went to grab a few drinks at the counter and were waiting for our orders. As we waited, some guy nearly fell off his chair trying to sniff down the line of women sitting at the bar. I was horrified when he turned to me and said, “it’s you, wow, you smell yummy.” Ugghhhh….I mean come on. I think at that time I was wearing RED rather than BURBERRY but still.
Now, I guess I shouldn’t complain. Being told that you smell nice rather than gross is probably considered a compliment. I think it is just the creepiness factor that gets to me.
