Thinking
August 30, 2005
Earlier today, I rode down the elevator, picking up people as I went on my way. On one floor, a young muscular man entered the elevator, and I fully expected him to smell like a masculine cologne. Instead, he smelled like apple-cinnamon oatmeal. And I was standing two feet away.
Tell me, what does a man do to smell so strongly like apple-cinnamon oatmeal?
