the smelly kid

when i sat down at enrichment the other night, everyone in a 5 foot radius sniffed the air and looked confused.
for you see, i smelled.
not bad. i didn't smell bad. and i'm also pretty sure i didn't smell good.
i just smelled.
a friend of mine wanted to buy a girl some lotion and guys can't do stuff like that by themselves. they need a spunky, know-it-all gal pal to go with them. and tell them what smells good. and carry the ever so conspicuous pink stripey bag to the car.
i'm happy to oblige, even with my non sense of smell.
i'm happy to smear every single kind of lotion on my person, so that it can be more easily smelled.
i'm happy to smell each one and pretend like i can smell a difference.
and in the end i'm happy to announce that "love spell" is without question the scent that should be purchased.
because after it's all over and done with the spunky, know-it-all, gal pal gets ice cream.