Date #2 was fine. I mean, it was fun. I liked him. I wanted to be friends with him. I didn’t want to see what smashing our faces together would be like.
I keep trying to tell myself, kiss all the boys! But I just don’t want to.
You know how there’s that thing called pheromones and this plays out in all sorts of ways, but one of the most obvious ones (to us) is whether we’re drawn to or disgusted by someone’s smell? We’re animals.
I don’t have a sense of smell. Or rather, I have a terrible sense of smell. This is from four years ago, 3 months before I had sinus surgery. Note the reference to my aching sinuses. This is from 2 months before. Note the 3 sinus infections, for which I was prescribed the 5 courses of antibiotics.
The point is: I had sinus surgery, and it was awful, and then it was amazing, and then I found out I had allergies. I haven’t had a sinus infection since. I can smell flowers and fresh-baked cookies and garlic and onions and mown grass and dog poop.
I can’t smell people.
Perhaps as compensation, my pheromone-meter appears to run on voices. And just like people’s smells, I can’t quite detail what it is I’m attracted to. There it is.
But I had a lovely night getting to know a person who seemed nice, kind, fun, and interesting.
Grade: …Is it weird that I have a thing against people who live or have lived in co-ops?