Dude, Cotton-Candy is not a scent which becomes you.
We’ve just had a spate of new-hires at one of the other departments at work…maybe 25 people… and a diverse lot it is. We’ve got one guy who’s apparently trying for the lead in Man of La Mancha (tall, 50ish guy, white hair, huge waxed mustashios, and a tiny, teeny little goatee)…which is fine, an Elvis Costello/Buddy Holly wannabe (but with more peircings), one woman who’s got a bull-ring through her nose that connects by a chain to a ring in her ear, etc.
And that’s cool. It’s a call-center, so stuff like this doesn’t matter much, and ‘Don Quixote’ (whose name I don’t know yet) seems pretty cool (I was trying to carry a stack of boxes and he asked if he could help and grabbed a few).
But…
One of these newbies (who I haven’t narrowed down yet: It’s not Don Quixote, and it’s not Buddy Holly…it better not be Piercings-Woman, for reasons that’ll become apparent soon) believes that aftershave should be doused on after every trip to the bathroom, 'cause ever time I’ve had to go to the toilet in the last week or so, I’ve had to breath through my shirt rather than breathe this stench.
And whatever-the-fuck kind of stinkum he’s wearing smells exactly like slightly burnt cotton-candy. Only stronger. Much MUCH stronger.
And it lingers longer.
Every time I breathe it, it makes me feel like my lungs are getting sticky.
Dude, do you know how much I don’t wanna smell a overpowering, nauseatingly-sweet smell when I’m taking a shit? Seriously: shit smells bad, but shit+cotton-candy perfume is worse.
A) I don’t like aftershaves or perfume
but
B) If you gotta wear it, go light
and
C) Generally, perfume that smells like candy comes in plastic bottles shaped like jewels or ponies and is for 12 year old girls, not grown-up men.
And really. Chicks (or guys) don’t dig guys who smell like cotton-candy [sub]or if they do, it’s despite, NOT BECAUSE of the stench[/sub]: Doper-Babes, the smartest, classiest babes on the planet will back me up here, right? Ditto gay Dopers?
Right?
Anyway, if I find you, I will take a firehose to you and, once destenched, I will make you write “I will not put on perfume in a small public bathroom with an insufficient fan” ten billion times.
Fenris, who’s shit stinks, but not as much as this guy’s perfume.

