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.