Lunch with the boys at home is more like housewives at a party. When we get a chance to hang out at home, it's wild. Today's topic of conversation was about how some men (with no awareness) mislead members of the opposite sex just by being friendly. After a lengthy discussion, the Italian man said in exasperation, (with arms stretched out), "It's like saying - Smell my flavour." He obviously meant something else, but we picked up on the phrase and have given it new meaning.
It's the new catchcry. T-shirts, shopping bags, billboard ads, chocolate-coloured bottles of perfume. It's a statement.
My Italian flatmate wants to be the salsa dancing male (in the TV commercial for the perfume), who turns around with a toss of his wild hair and entices with his rich accent, 'Smell my flavour...'
If you've ever met him, you're picturing it right now. And probably laughing.
The next best thing from being alone for a man is to be in the company of good men.
