I had a cow-orker once who wore some fragrance that I identified as Eau de Jolly Rancher Watermelon.
I just got back from conducting my experiment at one of these so called gentlemen clubs. Only I forgot why I went there and am afraid I have no results to publish.
Because they’re ugly and smell bad. :smack:
All that booty wigglin’ and hip grindin’ is hard work. Hard work makes you work up a sweat. Working up a sweat can make you smell bad by the end of the work day. Thus, spritz on the latest from International Foods and Fragrances and dance the night away, ladies.
For a while, a group of people I work with were going to a local strip club on about a weekly basis. The rules of the club were basically: Patrons don’t touch the girls, but the girls can do whatever they damn well please to you, each other, or themselves. So, they’d mingle with the crowd between sets, pawing at your shirt, twisting an earlobe, running a finger along your face… little touchy feely flirty things. Here’s the thought I implanted that rather quickly put an end to the weekly pilgrimage: When was the last time they washed their hands?
I don’t remember any of them smelling like candy, but they kept the club at about 60 degrees- so that would prevent the sweat problem.
If you have to pay, don’t you play…