Confession: Manly Mishap

The air was filled with the scent of a man…maybe two, when my in-laws came over to check on me the other day. My DH had been gone for his third week in a row. The looks on their faces were filled with suspicion, judgement, and a hint of confusion as they tried to figure out how I could have managed it. I home-school. I live in a town of 900 people, most of them LDS, and happily married or happily widowed, and I have toddler and one on the way. Still, I’m sure I noticed a raised eyebrow when I gave them a hug goodbye and they realized the scent was coming from me. My name is Bianca…and sometimes I wear men’s cologne. Here’s the thing, my husband doesn’t wear cologne. But I LOVE the scents I have bought him over the years for special occasions, like our anniversary, Valentines day, his birthday and his first father’s day. They all sit quietly in our medicine cabinet. And when I miss him the most they become my best friends, always there to remind me of some of the best moments of our lives together. So, I will admit that the confusion and suspision were perhaps ligitimate. Someday, when I care more about what my in-laws think, I might switch to just using his deoderant. Until then, it is Polo on my pillow, Drakkar Noir on my wrist, a little C.O. Bigelow Elixer Blue in the air, and a whole lot  of wonderful memories to help me feel safe and sleep tight.