A word of warning: this is not for the easily offended or uptight. (Then again, neither is this blog.)

I don’t know how many times I’ve heard (or read in magazines, or watched references in movies, or in some other way picked up) about guys liking the “scent of a woman.” No, not the movie. The scent.

So today I found myself in the grocery story – the Commissary, to be precise – and in the aisle standing next to me was an attractive, albeit slightly overweight and 40-something woman trying to juggle 3 kids, a grocery list and one of those expando-files full of coupons. She dropped a coupon. I’m polite. I’m also child-free thanks to the Venomous Hubby being on leave. Oh, and I’m limber.

So I bend down to pick up the woman’s coupon and… did I mention she was wearing a floaty aloha-wear dress? And there I am, at her feet, bending over to pick up a coupon. What do I smell?

Now, I’m sure your mind has already raced to the logical conclusion. But let me point out that she was otherwise very well-maintained: manicure, pedicure, pretty and wearing appropriate but not overly-done makeup. But… damn!!! Let me just say, I do not get what you guys find attractive about that smell.

Just sayin’.