My apartment smells like 80% of my ex boyfriends.
No, I didn’t manage to get them all over for some wild orgy. Nor would I want to.
My roommate’s cleaning up a bunch of his stuff so the packers have an easier time on Saturday, and he managed to dump out half a bottle of Eternity by Calvin Klein.
The smell had mostly dissipated by morning, but it was still good to get out of the house and away from the smelly memories.
Ew!