So, I've convinced my wife to try pheromones. She thinks I'm nuts, and suspects she might be nuts for going along with my new obsession. "Why can't you go back to brewing beer or rummaging for vintage stereo equipment?" she asks.
This morning while she was getting ready for work, I had her apply one spray of Desire Me (unscented) split between the wrists. Mind you I did not inhale. She did. "BLAUGHH! *COUGH* *ACK* Good God it smells like ASS!" I assured her the smell would die down and her perfume would cover it just fine. Still, she's unable to hear me because of the constant gagging. She decides to finish getting ready somewhere other than our unventilated bathroom (She also applied a spay of Love Boat, BTW). The fact I was laughing through all this didn't help the cause of mones.
Let's hope she gets hits while at work today. Otherwise, she may not be willing to wear mones again.
Feel free to offer any advice I can pass on to her! Poor little lamb.
This morning while she was getting ready for work, I had her apply one spray of Desire Me (unscented) split between the wrists. Mind you I did not inhale. She did. "BLAUGHH! *COUGH* *ACK* Good God it smells like ASS!" I assured her the smell would die down and her perfume would cover it just fine. Still, she's unable to hear me because of the constant gagging. She decides to finish getting ready somewhere other than our unventilated bathroom (She also applied a spay of Love Boat, BTW). The fact I was laughing through all this didn't help the cause of mones.
Let's hope she gets hits while at work today. Otherwise, she may not be willing to wear mones again.
Feel free to offer any advice I can pass on to her! Poor little lamb.
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