I don't care much for men's colognes. But there is one that really does it for me. Polo. But just the plain Polo in the green bottle. Not Polo sport or Polo black, or any of that other stuff.
When i was a teenager, I worked as a cashier, pt of course, at FlowerTime. My cousin was the manager. they called me Teddi there, because my cousin always made fun of me for being a girly girl, and liking teddy bears and stuff. Anyway, she always put me outside in the booth, because it was easy for people to steal out there, and she knew I wouldn't. And there was this yardboy, that's what they were called, "page a yardboy", and his name was Mike. We used to call him Mickey. OMG he was gorgeous. I can still remember exactly what it was like when he would come into the booth to get warm, during christmas season, and the teenaged hormones were just out of control. He wore Polo. We used to make out on our breaks behind the christmas trees, and sometimes, in the animated christmas house, which we had done most of the decorating on, in between making out.
Polo always bring me right back there. Gives me that weak in the knees feeling.
Of course I have never told any subsequent man this. I have just bought them the Polo.
When i was a teenager, I worked as a cashier, pt of course, at FlowerTime. My cousin was the manager. they called me Teddi there, because my cousin always made fun of me for being a girly girl, and liking teddy bears and stuff. Anyway, she always put me outside in the booth, because it was easy for people to steal out there, and she knew I wouldn't. And there was this yardboy, that's what they were called, "page a yardboy", and his name was Mike. We used to call him Mickey. OMG he was gorgeous. I can still remember exactly what it was like when he would come into the booth to get warm, during christmas season, and the teenaged hormones were just out of control. He wore Polo. We used to make out on our breaks behind the christmas trees, and sometimes, in the animated christmas house, which we had done most of the decorating on, in between making out.
Polo always bring me right back there. Gives me that weak in the knees feeling.
Of course I have never told any subsequent man this. I have just bought them the Polo.