I find it very interesting, very telling, and above all amusing to see what girls, ladies, or women leave behind on their stays to my house, room, bathroom, whatever. Before I indulge in my strange intrigue, I would like to just say that all of the above female designations apply, I’m a ladies man. Now, however brief or long the stay of the companion they have all had something to leave behind and not all of these stays were of a romantic or sexual nature. In any case, there are always clues to tell of their visit. I’m going to discuss three of these clues or what I like to call “reminders,” as these bits and pieces serve as a brief time portal into unforgettable and forgotten memories, for better and for worse.
I’ll begin with my dearest and weirdest reminder, my bathroom trashcan. So many sheets of toilet paper are thrown away; too many sheets of toilet paper are thrown away. Generally these little sheets are used to wipe off make up, blow a nose, and a plethora of other purposes and uses that will never be known to me, I just hope they aren’t behind the bathroom door crying, regretting there decision to come over, all in all not knowing is probably for the best. To offer an explanation I don’t go searching through my bathroom's rubbish, my bin is crosshatched wire and I can see through the sides while I read on the toilet or from above while I brush. What frustrates me is that I find toilet paper to be a precious commodity and it seems to disappear in the mere presence of a female. Why use so much, ladies? Why not flush instead of fill my tiny receptacle to the brim? I guess it really doesn't matter, I've decided I'm going to start stealing my TP from the library.
The next clue is the most sensual of my “reminders.” That of course is the scent left behind by the female visitor. Some scents are that of flowery body washes and shampoos (if it was an extended stay, where my man products would not suffice), some are of perfume (can be overpowering), but the scent I am attracted to the most is that which the hair leaves on the pillow. This particular scent may come from the above mentioned, flowery shampoos, but sometimes this flowery essence is muddled by a sweaty smell. Such an instance, although rare, is highly desirable as it means I have been getting laid. And every girl has her own distinct scent, mixtures of those flowery body washes, shampoos, conditioners, lotions, sprays, perfumes, and anything I left out. The combinations are endless and each combined with a woman’s natural pheromones and body odors produce that highly individualistic scent. As an aside, I am certain given a “scent test” I could match scent with its producer.
My final “reminder” is not one that is left behind. Rather, one that is taken away in the form of boxers, shorts, sweatpants, and t-shirts. I cannot recall all the items I’ve lost to girls. In some instances I have voluntarily leant them out with the expectation of not having them returned and even given t-shirts as gifts (my own "reminder" for them). But, there have been times when favorite chill-shorts have been nabbed or that super soft vintage tee was smuggled out of the house unbeknownst to me. These moments can be saddening when I’m digging through my laundry pile, wanting that tee to be in there and then realizing I wasn’t the last to wear it. A majority of these missing items are in the possession of one special lady so I assume they are safe. But, there are some to be lost and never seen again. Then again, it could just be my roommate.
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