Avoid the musk from Rusk

I have been walking around today, smelling like a man.

No, I didn’t forget deodorant. No, I didn’t go to the gym and not shower this morning.

I did, however, purchase a new hair product last night without smelling it. I’ve never come across this problem before. I know to stay away from the “boy-specific” hair product line, American Crew. Other than that, I’m assuming everything that comes out of the expensive bottles I buy is going to smell like coconut, kiwi, lemon-lime, strawberries and fluffy pink marshmallow clouds sprayed in glitter. This is highly important as a girl. After all, boys are taller and always seem to have their noses slightly too close for bad-hair-smelling comfort. Isn’t it supposed to be a girl’s signature to smell good?

Not today. Today I smell like a bottle of cheap men’s cologne one could purchase at Bartell’s for $7.99—perhaps a little Stetson, if you will?

It’s driving me nuts and giving me a headache! Every time I walk, or turn my head, or move even a little, I get a big wiff. It’s like I have a 60-year-old man from Renton handcuffed to me and sitting in my lap all day. Gaaa-ross!

I can’t wait to go home and wash this cheap man scent off me. In the meantime, I’m avoiding all men over the height of 5’ 5’’.

Currently Feeling: SO, super EXCITED that Baby Daddy called from port, and should be home in the next 10 days.
Currently Anticipating: Just being held. Ok, I lie. Maybe a little before being held.
Currently Reading: “The Wonder Spot” by Melissa Banks. Can’t put it down!