Viagra

Sunday, April 23, 2006

I have never really been a cologne person. I think I have had two bottles of cologne in my life; a bottle I got in France at a cologne/perfume factory my freshman year of high school (I was still using the bottle my senior year of college), and a bottle of some Kenneth Cole cologne. Today, I realized what would have swayed my mind into using cologne more.

During my short 23 years of life, I was never the proud owner of “Viagra Cologne.” One of my younger brothers busted out his bottle of Viagra and I got a pretty good laugh. I was offered some, but apparently one of the unwritten rules of being a Peace Corps volunteer is to be “el natural.” I’m not a believer in this, and it actually disgusts me, but, when it comes down between my natural sweet scent and Viagra, I prefer the sweet smell of JLand. You can’t even find it in stores. So, I had to decline the kind gesture.

After the offer, I saw something that I have never seen before. In the States, I grew up in a household ¾ of my family could smell every squirt of Preffered Stock Cologne across the house. And this was only 2, 3, or 6 sprays. Apparently in Senegal, things are different. My brother pretty much could have gone through half a bottle at once. I think I counted 6 sprays under each armpit (Viagra Cologne isn’t Axe or Speed Stick), followed by several sprays on the clothes. After awhile, I just had to get some fresh air.

While I am still young, hopefully that is my last Viagra encounter.