CynthiaCypher
Well-Known Member
Okay, i was trying to be diplomatic but I have myself spent an hour or so in the gym, and tried to leave, smelling like three days of bad road, and have been hit on by more than one gymrat, and believe me though you haven't seen me, it wasn't my tight outfit. Pheromones, you persistent devil.
My ex-husband loves working on cars. He would walk into the house after working on one smelling of sweat, grease and Budweiser with a cocky attitude. I would melt instantly.