More recently back in the states, I've encountered some unexpected cologne of a different sort. There is a guy who goes to my gym. I don't know how he is always there when I am there, but he always is. He also always happens to end up on a treadmill in my general vicinity. Normally this would not be a problem, except for the ridiculous amount of unexpected cologne that this guy wears. It makes me gag every. time. Please, men and women of the gym, stop with the cologne and perfume! I know the gym doesn't smell the best, but I would much prefer to smell sweat than than the unholy and disgusting mix of sweat, Old Spice, Chanel no 5, and Cool Water or whatever the cool kids are wearing this year.
Lastly, I recently went to Home Depot to get a key made. The girl who made the key for me actually admitted to going to the tanning bed, which I completely forgot anyone did anymore ever. The young man who checked me out at the end, who was also quite tanned for January in Indiana I might add, had surely taken a shower with in his cologne. I almost hurled right there, but did the whole breathe-through-my-mouth-thing until I got outside.
People of the world, please please for the love of my stomach, remember that a little bit of Cologne goes a long long way. You get great stories out of it that way too. And for the record: never once was I gagged by cologne in Cologne.
Here's a lovely shot of Andy & I in Cologne in 2005 before kids.