i just love the smell of your neck!

Driving in a car with a guy:

On the meandering drive back to my apartment, he started to play with the collar of his shirt. Then he asked, "Do you like my new cologne?"

Being completely honest, as I am indubitably mostly always am, said, "Uh, I actually can't smell it. Sorry."

Waving his hand toward himself, "Here, come take a whiff."

My mind was like... what? did he really just ask me to smell his neck! No way! TOO WEIRD!!!Outwardly I responded politely, "That's okay."

"No really, come smell," he said while waving me toward his neck again.

"Uh. No thanks." No sooner had the 'anks' of my response resonated through my vocal cords when I smelled the sewer problem of that part of town. "Oh. My. That is what you meant. Yes. Very unpleasant." Good thing it was dark in the car. My face felt red.