It is a bit unnerving. Like the person who smells could be reading that and saying, "man, I hate people like that".

(I'm for just coming out and telling her)

You ever get that thing, where you think you see one or two people on the subway giving you the hairy eyeball, and you start to wonder if you've got a booger hanging out, or donut sugar on your face or your shirt's on inside out or something.

Any you can't find anything immediately wrong, but you're still paranoid about it, so you start trying to catch other people looking at you.

But then you can't tell if you're imagining it, or if something's really up, or if people are looking at you because you're whipping your head around like a nervous ferret trying to catch people looking at you?

No? Just me?

That's right "BOOOOOOOOOOGER!"
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I'd rather that someone smell like BO than some nasty chemical deodorant. Or perfume. That reminds me, why do people wear so much perfume and cologne these days? I could smell some woman from the opposite end of the bus last night, just reeking of cheap perfume. Do parents just not teach their kids how to apply it properly anymore?

To a point, I agree, cmonkey. But extremes of either can ruin your sniffer for days.

This guru once told me that antiperspirants clog up your brain, that a lot of pit sweat is mental frustration and processed bad vibes, and that antiperspirant, by preventing precious sweat from flushing out the nasties, keeps the bad stuff in.

As Screamin' Jay said, "Let it go, let it go, let it go, oh yeah, I feel so satisfied."

This guru once told me that antiperspirants clog up your brain, that a lot of pit sweat is mental frustration and processed bad vibes, and that antiperspirant, by preventing precious sweat from flushing out the nasties, keeps the bad stuff in.

So, my armpit is the window to my soul?

In college there were these Greek dudes, nice fellas, but all kinda Ibiza down, euro-chachi, track suits, hair gel, economics scholarships. Come friday night and they wanted to go out on the prowl for a place to stick their things, they would each apply one giant duty free bottle of Drakkar Noir to their persons. If you walked down the hallway of the dorm and the air was shimmering like high noon in the Mojave, you'd know the Greek dudes were getting ready to go out and break some hearts. I'd always have to be like: "Spyros, Tellis, Nicky, listen, the one fucking bottle, the one fucking PINT fucking bottle is supposed to last a whole fucking troupe of you dingdongs for a FUCKING YEAR OR MORE. A dab, bro, like on the wrists, maybe on the solar plexus. You are fucking slick with Drakkar right now, you are wet with perfume boys, you are squishing right now. Your mom back on Lesbos is perking up her head and hoping you are going to talk to a nice orthodox girl and be polite because she can smell you from here, it should be illegal what you are doing, against the law, I am calling the UN!"

and they'd be like:

"Hahahaha man, you are funny, the ladies like us to smell good, so go back to your room and put on a dab of perfume and make love to your hand, we are big greek boys and we smell good!"

Woof, they like cologne.

Oh yeah, extremes are bad. But someone who bathes daily, or even every other day, smells like a human if they don't wear deodorant. I don't consider that a bad thing. I mean, if they're lifting bricks for 8 hours they smell pretty bad, but you get what I'm saying.

But I'm a great big hypocrite here, 'cos I slap on the unscented Toms of Maine every day before work. But in my defense, it smells kinda lemony and I like that.

Not to change the subject, but my farts have no smell at all. People say they do, but they're full of shit.

I sat next to this guy at work once who was a bit smelly. I think he'd go out a big bender and then just not bother to shower in the morning so he had beery sweaty smells. I can't say it bothered me too much although it wasn't exactly pleasant either.

Anyway some of the other guys in the office decided to give him an anonymous gift of deodrant in the hope he'd get the message and clean up his act.

After that smelly dude would spray himself four fucking times a day with deodorant AT HIS DESK.

NEXT TO ME.

AGGGHHHH!!

It was like he was trying to fucking kill me.

Seriously I could put up with the BO but being in close proximity to that was unbearable. Thankfully he left shortly afterwards.

I often worry about this, because I have a very poor sense of smell, so would not even notice if I was stinking up the place. But I would rather smell a human than a chemical stink any day.

There is someone on my morning train some days weraing something I am allergic to - as soon as I get on the train, I start sneezing and it takes me about 15 minutes to stop, by which time my nose and eyes are streaming and I feel like dying. I have been trying to work out who it is, because it isn't every day - more like two days a week and not always the same days. BO would be infinitely preferable to that.

I used to work with a guy who would wear the same clothes day after day after day - we worked in a boatbuilding factory and he would sweat like a pig all day, then take off his clothes, have a shower and go home. This would repeat for about a month, then he would throw out the clothes and buy new ones. He smelled baaaaad. He wouldn't wash them at home because he was afraid the fibreglass dust would get into the machine and then into his other clothes. he knew he stunk, but didn't care. Some people are nice like that.