A couple of years ago I had a one night stand, in that she came back to my house, with a girl I kinda knew,... As it happened, I had to get up very early for work so, after putting her over the jumps one more time, I left her to let herself out, promising to call... (She was lovely...)
Upon arriving home that evening I noticed the thick scent of perfume in the house. Indeed, I was smoking a cigarette as I walked in the front door and the fugue was so strong that my cigarette went out. I followed the source of the scent to the bedroom. (It was like wading through deep water...)
The girl had DROWNED the pillows in her scent, which was 'Kylie' (by Kylie), an my entire house now smelled like a hooker's purse... (Later I had to throw out food that was IN THE REFRIDGERATOR because it smelled like 'Kylie' (by Kylie...)
I called her and her delight that I had called lasted about point three of a second...
APPARENTLY, (she explained tearfully) she had read in a magazine that if a girl sprayed a little scent on her guy's pillow it would encourage him to remember her... She admitted she might have overdone it...
As it happened, we saw each other again, indeed we dated for almost a year before we called it a day... (And she never wore that scent again...)
Here's the thing...
WHENEVER I catch a whiff of 'Kylie' (by Kylie) now I remember and miss her... (Although I still hate that fucking perfume...)
xx Steph