Living together wasn’t her idea, it was his.  He had asked her for months to move in.   She resisted, liking the idea of having her own place, even if she was hardly ever there once they started dating.  She conceded, her lease was almost up anyway.  She wished they could move some place that was neutral territory – moving in to his place always made it feel like she was the guest. 

She quickly learned he was a cologne whore.   He had more bottles of cologne than she had pairs of underwear.  A nice smelling man has always gave her goose bumps, but did he really need a different smell for every day of the week?

Tonight was boys’ night out.  Thankful to have some free time to herself she hoped he would stay out of trouble.  He kissed her on the cheek and left.

The next morning she awoke early to him snoring beside her.  Hoping to get an early start on her weekend laundry, she grabbed an arm full of clothes from the hamper including the things he wore the night before.

A strange scent filled the air.   Even though he had a plethora of cologne choices, this was something different…but what?   She took a deep breath with his shirt held to her nose.  Again, not his… something sweeter, feminine.  “It can’t be” she thought to herself and smelled again.  Her temperature began to rise as she stood there staring at him in disbelief.

Is she smelling something funny?  Or is her smeller out of sorts?  What should she do next?