Scents, Seduction and a Game of Pool

We all have our scent preferences, even have specific scents for particular occasions. For seducing of a stubborn boyfriend, however, my weapon of choice has always been Hugo Boss, particularly the Deep Red scent for women. Here’s one instance that this perfume actually saved a potentially bad date.

The BF and I had a big fight back in college. It’s weird that I don’t remember the exact reason for it now, but it was bad enough for me to go to the ladies’ room of our school and vent out my frustration on … my pencil. I snapped the thing in one try because I was so pissed. Anyway, after my little outburst, I went out to face my equally pissed BF.

As we see each other so infrequently, I asked not to waste the time together and do something nice. Without words, I understood that he won’t go to a movie with me or do stuff that would require physical contact (because we were still, technically, in a fight!). So I asked to play billiards… safe and competitive enough, in that that we do not need to touch at all, and we can kick each other’s butts through the game.

We rented a spot at a billiards place and I went to the ladies’ room while he set the table. Changing into the extra party clothes that I always carry around, I put on some warpaint, splashed a liberal amount of my Hugo Boss perfume, uttered a sinister growl…. and I was ready for war.

Billiards is a sexy sport. One leans over the table to play, inadvertently flaunting the booties and the woobies to someone who’s watching. Most of all, I got to glare at him after a particularly good shot and do a little ramp walk directly in front of him so he can smell me. We are still at war, though, but I have learned early that when dealing with a sullen boyfriend, a girl needs to use all her God-given tools at her disposal. It’s either I beg or make him beg… for forgiveness, of course.

Maybe it’s the combination of my bad-ass sexy attire, my Deep Red scent and my trash-talking every time I nail the 8-ball (not to mention the Angelina Jolie-like way I held my beer) that got to him, but the whole thing worked!

He held my hand after our last round of pool and hugged me. In retrospect, I think it’s the perfume, as he lingered way longer on my shoulder as we took a cab ride home.

Now, on to owning more essence de femme . :gg: