This is not a sponsored post. This is a true story based on my own experience.
When I began blogging back in 2005 I had one aim. That aim was not to sell books, write reviews or get freebies. It was to relate funny or interesting stories about things that had happened to me personally. Whatever else a blog is, it should begin by being personal. Somewhere along the way I seem to have forgotten that which is why I am going to start using this beauty blog to write stories about how certain products have affected me and my life. I want to begin this new phase of my blog by telling you about the men’s fragrance I credit for my son’s conception.
I have to begin by going back to 2007. I started a new job at a solicitor’s office in Paisley. Every morning I would park in the nearby multi-story car park and I would walk past the same people. I would get to know their clothes, their mannerisms and how they smelled. There was one man in particular who smelled absolutely freaking amazing. I admired his aftershave. I thought to myself, “I wonder what that is? I’d love to buy that for my husband.” It’s a random thought many a woman has had.
Fast forward to 2010 and I was having a personal crisis. Make of that statement what you will, but I began doing things I would never normally have done. One morning in May of that year I was thinking about buying a birthday present for my husband and I saw the man with the absolutely freaking amazing aftershave. I was in the right frame of mind so I approached him.
“Excuse me,” I whimpered, then reminded myself I am a confident woman of almost thirty years of age (at that point) and I can say and do whatever I want in life, so long as I’m not hurting anyone.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’m buying a birthday present for my husband later today and I really like your aftershave. Can I ask what it is?”
He murmured something about it being a Ben Sherman one, turned the colour of beetroot and ran away. I never saw him again. I think he started parking somewhere else. I’d feel bad about it but when I related the story on Facebook all my girlfriends were impressed and one even said I was her hero!
So later that day I took myself to Superdrug and got smelling until I found the one I was looking for. Ben Sherman’s London Calling. I bought a gift pack with two other Ben Sherman fragrances and gave it to my husband for his birthday.
I can’t tell you how excited I was at the way he smelled that weekend. Well, you can guess because nine months later my son appeared.
The moral of the story is:
1) don’t be afraid to ask what someone is wearing if you think they smell good,
2) some men just can’t take a compliment and
3) Ben Sherman should start providing condoms with bottles of London Calling.
Have you ever been affected that much by a particular fragrance?