What IS That Funky Smell?
So the other day, I was asked to dance by someone I didn't know. Turned out to be a fabulous lead. I twirled and swayed and laughed with glee during the dance. I barely noticed his body odor (B.O.). The following week, the same person asked me to dance. This time, I couldn't focus on following because I was HIGHLY distracted by that NASTY FUNKY ODOR emanating beyond his pores through his shirt, and CLINGING onto moi!!
I could feel my beads of sweat trying their hardest to repell his. To no avail. I half-panicked every time we ended up in some body-to-body position.
After the struggle/dance was over, I politely thanked him, and excused myself to the ladies' room, where I lathered up and tried to rid myself of that armpittish scent. Heck, I should've washed my shirt right then and there in the bathroom sink, because believe it or not, for the rest of the night, I caught that scent on ME. ICK to the nth degree!
People, this has GOT to stop. Are we not in the enlightened age of deodorant, colognes, perfumes, deodorant, mountain-fresh-soaps, scented body wash, and did I mention DEODORANT?!!?
Salsa dancing is a close contact activity. I don't particularly love smelling like some dude's cologne at the end of the night. (Do some of you guys do your laundry with your cologne instead of A-L-L or what?) But I'll take the cologne anyday over pungent-weight-room-sweat. There is NO reason I should catch an acrid waft of anyone's funky armpit odor.
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by Nadine Knows...