It was a warm evening, so when my date arrived to pick me up, I suggested we walk to the restaurant.
“Great,” he said, “I probably won’t even need this jacket. Can I leave it here?”
Seeing through his ploy but not really minding, I hung his jacket over the back of a chair and off we went.
Everything had been going so well. We’d had a nice dinner, great conversation, and there was definitely chemistry between us. Until we got back to my apartment. The smell assaulted us as soon as I opened the door. “Ugh – what the…?”…