Man Scents...
If you can believe it, I actually went past a week without posting a single blog entry. Oh, the horrors! And the subsequent withdrawal... Well, not that bad, actually. Really, I had a lot of good thoughts and ideas I wanted to share with you, but unfortunately, time was simply not on my side. Throughout last week, I slept only about four hours each night. I was kept busy with rebuilding my home computer, “researching” on a Mac with my new Mac Mini, playing lots of basketball games till the cows came home, and working late. It all added up to coming home near midnight, and hitting the sack around 02:00 after the dinner and shower were said and done.
Last week was definitely not a way to lead a life. But I’m looking forward to this week. Kind of. I don’t foresee much in the way of working late every night, or playing basketball every time I have the chance, or a game of pick up football here or there. In fact, because it is Memorial Day weekend, the basketball league I’m in does not have any scheduled games this coming Saturday. Yay!
So anyway, my hectic life zoomed by pretty quickly with lack of sleep every night for ten straight days, all ending with yesterday’s 10K run. I don’t know what overcame me in signing up for this 10K race, but one can venture to say that I did it because of the implied promise of food at the end, considering it was staged by the National Restaurant Association’s convention in Chicago. Funny though, as there was no food to be had at the end. Effers! And funnier still, was my friend who just started running this year. Rosa claims to be a slow runner, enjoying a leisurely eleven minute mile whenever she runs, yet she was leading me the entire race. I could barely keep up with her, much like a fat dog on a leash being dragged by his swift master. [That mental picture was not meant to show I’m subservient to my friend; on the contrary, I was just... Never mind.] How pathetic, considering my average pace for most races is ten minute mile or faster.
My excuse, of course, was the near thirty pounds I added on since the end of running season last year. Well, more like fifteen pounds from Thanksgiving and winter, and another fifteen pounds for eating out like a starved kid whenever I traveled. Anyway, at the end of the race, I made the comment that despite my friends telling me I look fine and “still skinny,” I actually could feel the weight dragging me down during the race. Funnier yet, was the fact that we all decided to go to Duffy’s for a brunch buffet. That’s as pathetic as a girl proclaiming in despair, “I’ve had enough of hooking up with random guys at the bars every weekend!” followed by saying a sweet hello to the hot guy [like me, for example] walking by so she could hook up that very moment.
After a made-to-order omelet, strawberry-filled crepe, eggs Florentine, scalloped potatoes, cheese and broccoli, a couple slices of roast beef, a bagel with lox and capers, scrambled eggs, a dozen giant cocktail shrimps, skirt steak with spicy sauce, snow crab legs, and five mimosas, we decided to skate. On the way to the corner to hail a taxi cab, I saw a scraggy looking guy holding up a sign facing away from me. I thought it was some bum warning us of an impending doom, until he swiveled it around. Holy mackerel! Tweeter® on Clark St is closing down! 20 to 60% off; everything must go! I thought to myself, I gotta go there! Once I got home and showered and all.
Realizing my other friend who has been needing a combination DVD and VCR player for months since last year when her individual entertainment machineries died, I gave Erin a call to see if she’d be interested in tagging along. Besides, I have not seen her in ages after she got her new job and began training in earnest months ago.
After getting lost in trying to find this “shopping centre,” it turned out to be a tiny and intimate neighborhood shopping bazaar. We went up to the third floor where Tweeter was located, and was promptly disappointed by the remaining stock that was for sale. It was an utter waste of time, it seemed. So what’s a boy and a girl to do in situations like this? Okay, we didn’t go into the little theatre on the fourth floor to escape the downpour and make out. After all, we’re friends, and it would be weird. Instead, we walked into Bath and Body Works® on the first floor. Erin needed hand soaps, and so did I. What a pleasant idea, it seemed!
Of course, it quickly became apparent that as the only male in the store, my presence was making a few other female patrons uncomfortable. And I lavished at the situation I have created for the other shoppers, much like a little boy enjoying the first time ever he took a goldfish out of the water just to see what would happen. When we finally found the hand soap section, I was overjoyed to see they were on sale, three for $10! That’s a good deal, my friend, as each was regularly $4.50. We proceeded to open each bottle for every scent: Erin at the foaming types, and I at the regular moisturizing types. Hey, I have delicate skin, okay? Some I liked, some I didn’t. The conversation went something like this, as we poured over every scent for nearly fifteen minutes:
John: Well, this smells good.
Erin: What was that?
John: Tropical Passionfruit™.
Erin: You know what my friend really likes?
John: What does she like?
Erin: [She mentioned something that didn’t register in my mind as I went on to take in the aroma, I mean stench, of Cotton Blossom™.]
John: Yuck!
Erin: Okay...
I turned around, and I could see that she already had two bottles in her hand. And I was still searching. Damn, I’m slow! Shortly afterwards, she came over with three bottles in her arms, while I searched through the three hundred scented soaps they had on display.
Erin: Check this out! They even have scented Purell®!
John: What? They have scented hand sanitizers? I gotta get some of that!
Erin: [As she rubbed some in her palms...] Dang! That smelled strong!
John: Uh-huh... [I was still busy with finding my own damn soaps!] You know what? It’d be great if I remembered which scented soap the girl I used to date before I moved here always had at her house. I loved her smell so much!
Erin: ...
John: [As I unscrewed the Coconut Lime Verbena™…] Dang! This is such a girly girl smell! No way for me!
Erin: They are so good, you’d think that they would have scents for men!
John: What could possibly be considered man scents? Can you imagine: armpit scent, athlete’s foot scent, and jock strap scent?
Erin: Eww!
Then we busted out laughing in our own little corner of the store, tears in my eyes, trying hard as can be to prevent drawing attention to ourselves. Even though they didn’t have any man scents, I finally decided to get Country Apple™, Cucumber Melon™ and Warm Vanilla Sugar™ scented hand soaps. Of course, being the germaphobe that I am, I couldn’t resist grabbing a Mango Mandarin™ scented hand sanitizer before heading towards the checkout counter.
Last week was definitely not a way to lead a life. But I’m looking forward to this week. Kind of. I don’t foresee much in the way of working late every night, or playing basketball every time I have the chance, or a game of pick up football here or there. In fact, because it is Memorial Day weekend, the basketball league I’m in does not have any scheduled games this coming Saturday. Yay!
So anyway, my hectic life zoomed by pretty quickly with lack of sleep every night for ten straight days, all ending with yesterday’s 10K run. I don’t know what overcame me in signing up for this 10K race, but one can venture to say that I did it because of the implied promise of food at the end, considering it was staged by the National Restaurant Association’s convention in Chicago. Funny though, as there was no food to be had at the end. Effers! And funnier still, was my friend who just started running this year. Rosa claims to be a slow runner, enjoying a leisurely eleven minute mile whenever she runs, yet she was leading me the entire race. I could barely keep up with her, much like a fat dog on a leash being dragged by his swift master. [That mental picture was not meant to show I’m subservient to my friend; on the contrary, I was just... Never mind.] How pathetic, considering my average pace for most races is ten minute mile or faster.
My excuse, of course, was the near thirty pounds I added on since the end of running season last year. Well, more like fifteen pounds from Thanksgiving and winter, and another fifteen pounds for eating out like a starved kid whenever I traveled. Anyway, at the end of the race, I made the comment that despite my friends telling me I look fine and “still skinny,” I actually could feel the weight dragging me down during the race. Funnier yet, was the fact that we all decided to go to Duffy’s for a brunch buffet. That’s as pathetic as a girl proclaiming in despair, “I’ve had enough of hooking up with random guys at the bars every weekend!” followed by saying a sweet hello to the hot guy [like me, for example] walking by so she could hook up that very moment.
After a made-to-order omelet, strawberry-filled crepe, eggs Florentine, scalloped potatoes, cheese and broccoli, a couple slices of roast beef, a bagel with lox and capers, scrambled eggs, a dozen giant cocktail shrimps, skirt steak with spicy sauce, snow crab legs, and five mimosas, we decided to skate. On the way to the corner to hail a taxi cab, I saw a scraggy looking guy holding up a sign facing away from me. I thought it was some bum warning us of an impending doom, until he swiveled it around. Holy mackerel! Tweeter® on Clark St is closing down! 20 to 60% off; everything must go! I thought to myself, I gotta go there! Once I got home and showered and all.
Realizing my other friend who has been needing a combination DVD and VCR player for months since last year when her individual entertainment machineries died, I gave Erin a call to see if she’d be interested in tagging along. Besides, I have not seen her in ages after she got her new job and began training in earnest months ago.
After getting lost in trying to find this “shopping centre,” it turned out to be a tiny and intimate neighborhood shopping bazaar. We went up to the third floor where Tweeter was located, and was promptly disappointed by the remaining stock that was for sale. It was an utter waste of time, it seemed. So what’s a boy and a girl to do in situations like this? Okay, we didn’t go into the little theatre on the fourth floor to escape the downpour and make out. After all, we’re friends, and it would be weird. Instead, we walked into Bath and Body Works® on the first floor. Erin needed hand soaps, and so did I. What a pleasant idea, it seemed!
Of course, it quickly became apparent that as the only male in the store, my presence was making a few other female patrons uncomfortable. And I lavished at the situation I have created for the other shoppers, much like a little boy enjoying the first time ever he took a goldfish out of the water just to see what would happen. When we finally found the hand soap section, I was overjoyed to see they were on sale, three for $10! That’s a good deal, my friend, as each was regularly $4.50. We proceeded to open each bottle for every scent: Erin at the foaming types, and I at the regular moisturizing types. Hey, I have delicate skin, okay? Some I liked, some I didn’t. The conversation went something like this, as we poured over every scent for nearly fifteen minutes:
John: Well, this smells good.
Erin: What was that?
John: Tropical Passionfruit™.
Erin: You know what my friend really likes?
John: What does she like?
Erin: [She mentioned something that didn’t register in my mind as I went on to take in the aroma, I mean stench, of Cotton Blossom™.]
John: Yuck!
Erin: Okay...
I turned around, and I could see that she already had two bottles in her hand. And I was still searching. Damn, I’m slow! Shortly afterwards, she came over with three bottles in her arms, while I searched through the three hundred scented soaps they had on display.
Erin: Check this out! They even have scented Purell®!
John: What? They have scented hand sanitizers? I gotta get some of that!
Erin: [As she rubbed some in her palms...] Dang! That smelled strong!
John: Uh-huh... [I was still busy with finding my own damn soaps!] You know what? It’d be great if I remembered which scented soap the girl I used to date before I moved here always had at her house. I loved her smell so much!
Erin: ...
John: [As I unscrewed the Coconut Lime Verbena™…] Dang! This is such a girly girl smell! No way for me!
Erin: They are so good, you’d think that they would have scents for men!
John: What could possibly be considered man scents? Can you imagine: armpit scent, athlete’s foot scent, and jock strap scent?
Erin: Eww!
Then we busted out laughing in our own little corner of the store, tears in my eyes, trying hard as can be to prevent drawing attention to ourselves. Even though they didn’t have any man scents, I finally decided to get Country Apple™, Cucumber Melon™ and Warm Vanilla Sugar™ scented hand soaps. Of course, being the germaphobe that I am, I couldn’t resist grabbing a Mango Mandarin™ scented hand sanitizer before heading towards the checkout counter.
posted by StHalcyon at
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1 Comments:
Too funny. Chris got some of that sale soap too.
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