Here’s an embarrassing little TMI fact for you – I have a weird obsession with men’s deodorant. Like I love, love, love the smell of it. I love to hug my boyfriend and kind of nuzzle my nose a little bit in the general armpit direction (or yah know, poke my nose directly in it) because his deodorant just smells so.damn.good. Why don’t they make women’s deodorant fragrances an extension of our perfumes? We only get sickening smells like “Powder Fresh” and “Springtime Floral Escape.” All reminiscent of the same smells you probably find on Summer’s Eve package, if yah know what I mean. Gross. Anyway, I’ll be the first to admit that my obsession with men’s deodorant is totally weird, but it always seems to get a laugh out of my BF, so I don’t think he minds too much.
But, recently I figured something out about myself – while I love the SMELL of men’s deodorant, I don’t love to EAT men’s deodorant. I bet you’re dying to know how I found this one out…
A couple days ago, my boyfriend and I were watching some realty TV show together on the couch (he doesn’t seem to mind my obsession with realty TV, which I love him for), and I was eating one of my new favorite TV snacks – 100-calorie packs of Smartfood White Cheddar Cheese Popcorn. Picture this: I’m leaning against him; he has his arm up on my knee; I’m mowing down on my white cheddar popcorn, but I keep dropping pieces and kernels that fall down on the couch; I continue to pick them up and swear to myself about how messy I’m being; I finish my popcorn bag and get up to throw it away; I come back to the couch and see there’s a little kernel left on the seat; I grab the kernel and put it into my mouth and start gagging – it is NOT popcorn.
Somewhere between me throwing away the bag in the kitchen and coming back, a little ball of my boyfriend’s deodorant fell on the couch, right where my white popcorn kernels previously were, and I ate it. That’s right. I ate a deodorant ball that had been heating up in his armpit. Is that seriously not the grossest thing you’ve ever heard? Or at least close.
Let me tell you, men’s deodorant, or any deodorant for that matter I’m sure, does.not.taste.good. It’s kinda like hot, chalky soap. That sticks to the inside of your mouth. Kinda like you just had your mouth washed out after saying naughty things.
I think I just inadvertently cured my obsession with his armpits.
Currently Feeling: Excited to check out Jimmy Johns’ sandwiches at lunch today with my coworkers.
Currently Anticipating: Bellingham tonight to stay with my old friend from college, and then Victoria, B.C. for a bachelorette party!
Currently Loving: Rilo Kiley on my fav Pandora station.
That’s really funny. Very close to TMI but I enjoyed it!
I love the smell of my husband’s deodorant, but I imagine I wouldn’t like to eat it either!
Oh no. I share your obsession. And as cliche as it is, I think Old Spice is still the classic favorite. However, Target brand Every Man Jack will make any girl weak in her knees.
Don’t think I’d eat it though? lol.
I used to wear men’s deodorant actually. It smells better AND works better.
Old Spice reminds me of my dad.
I’m totally scouting out the Every Man Jack stuff. Maybe I’ll just buy it for him cause he’s always complaining that he doesn’t have deodorant at my house.
Not sure that I’d take the obsession as far as USING men’s deodorant myself, (although I could conveniently just smell my own armpits though), but I hear this goes for men’s razers too.
Haha, but ew.
You should check out Rusk hair products… a lot of them have a men’s product/cologne-y smell that I really enjoy! They work pretty well, too, though for me the smell is usually enough to justify the purchase. LOL