The Sniffer

There is one little dark and dusty closet inside my brain that I sometimes creep into and feel like a complete and total pervert in. I sometimes alarm myself with how much I like smells.

I swear to God, if I meet you and your clothes smell fresh like a faithful cycle of fresh laundry soap, or you crawl into bed with me and your hair smells like shampoo, or I give you a hug and you smell like sweet sweet aftershave, I love you more than double. I'll probably even associate that smell with you forever and ever, even when you start using a different cologne. I'll lend you my pillow and be so happy that it comes back smelling like you. I'll stop on the road and try to figure out where the smell of you is coming from, if it's from some other person walking around me. I just love to smell you. And it doesn't really matter who you are, if you smell nice, I'll like thinking about how nice you smell. And THAT is the alarming thing.

I still associate certain smells with certain people very distinctly. Givenchy Insense is Gabe, Sculpture is Aika and Tomoki, Sexy Boy is Nao, Downy Softener is Masa, Herbal Essence shampoo is Mash...okay I could go on and on. Oh, every time I use my cologne it reminds me of Jonie and the time that Tomo and I sprayed alarming amounts of it all over his favorite shirt.
I love you, my pretties, and all your smells.