I’ve sat at my desk in the office when a man shows up to work reeking of cheap, sweet or musky cologne that he inexplicably believes has ratcheted-up his chick magnet needle to the irresistible mark.
As he passes my desk, the fumes make my eyes water.
Men should not smell like anything. Other than an evanescent hint of deodorant soap when they make their first public appearance of the day, men should be fragrance free.
The airspace should be left to women. That’s who I want to smell. Women buy expensive, lovely perfumes and most women apply just the right, pleasing amount.
Women shouldn’t be drowned out by ghastly overwhelming man-stuff, splashed on by some guy who could cause bodily harm to himself and others around him if he should happen to pass an open flame.
When it comes to men’s cologne, guys, more is not better. Less is better. None at all is best.
Men’s cologne smells bad, and gallon for gallon, it’s about the same price as gasoline.
And gasoline smells better.
Don’t buy a man cologne for Christmas.