Nirvana

"a place or state characterized by freedom from or oblivion to pain, worry, and the external world" - definition #3 from dictionary.com

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"walking through the men's fragrance counter at a department store" - dawn's definition

It's not everyday that one gets the unmatchable joy of both going to their happy place and experiencing nirvana. But - keeping the above definition in mind - I was blessed enough to have that kind of day.

Polo, D&G, Usher, Tommy, Boss, Aramis, CK, Eternity, Drakkar Noir, Gucci, Hummer, Kenneth Cole, Lacoste, Obsession, Valentinio....they all mix together to make the most intriguing, most addicting, most fireworks-in-the-brain and hippie-drum-circles-in-the-heart inducing fragrance in the world. Oh. My. Gawd.

I walked through twice...on my way to and from my happy place (happy place = the public library btw). I thank God that it's on the way to the library....because quite frankly, it would be strange to just hang out there for a while. Can you imagine seeing a woman of my former-hot-chick-ed-ness just hanging out at the men's frangrance counter, trying to look nonchalant as I take unnaturally deep breaths...through my nose? Talk about strange sightings.

Might I add that the women's frangrances all mixed up do NOT smell that good? Talk about headache inducing...sheesh.

And whilst I was enjoying this nirvana experience...the thought came into my mind...I wonder what George Clooney wears? Does he wear the kind of frangrance that would make a girl stick her nose in his neck and never come up for air? He most likely wears some unbelievably expensive cologne that is advertized as having a rare powerful aphrodisiac that is only produced by some nearly extinct tribal clan in the remotest part of the remotest jungle. Although...if the tribe is nearly extinct, it can't be that powerful, eh? But I digress...

Whatever Mr. Clooney wears...I'm sure I'd be happy to smell it. Oh yeah. I sure would be.