Perfume

He always loved female scent. His nose, though, was too sensitive to overpowering musk fragrances, aftershaves, and acidic men's colognes that he often resorted to scented baby lotion, cheap spray-ons and body butter. Until, one day, he sniffed what will be his favorite (female) scent -- Light Blue.

Alone and assured of his manhood, he wore the ladies' perfume himself. It was a good match for his blood type and body temperature. It was his staple scent; either that, or Cucumber Melon. He liked good, light scents.

One day, he met the woman he will soon love. She loved scents as well, though; she liked manly scents -- Paco Rabanne, Kenzo, Acqua di Gio, etc. She liked strong scents that linger even after a few packs of cigarettes or a big Cuban cigar. She wants to smell of her man after just a single embrace. That's why she sometimes uses the strongest of them all, Fahrenheit. This will definitely be ouch to his nose, he thought.

In the car, driving around with his, now, muse one day after dinner in a hole-in-the-wall; he did not want to smell of food when he hugs her to see her off. In his glove compartment he pulls out Fahrenheit. He puts a few sprays on.

She smiles. She pulls out D&G Light Blue, and a few sprays on herself... and his jacket he made her wear.