I wore Opium in the morning. It's a nice fragrance, but its woody tone is too much for Bangkok heat. Thanks to myself that I wore it lightly.
Anyway, after gym an hour ago I wore another scent. I was in a lift alone, then 2 Indians came in, nothing happened. Then, down to the 7th floor, 2 Thai gay men (rent boys) came in.
"Do you smell something wonderful?" one of them said, in a low voice.
"Yes, must be this Japanese guy," the other replied.
I was a bit nervous then. They didn't think I was Thai. I turned fully alert just in case they'd say something offensive or over the line.
When we arrived at the 1st floor, I let the Indians out first, then, I expected 2 Thais to follow them, but they didn't move. I turned to them, they smiled back, and followed me out the lift.
"Follow him he smells lovely," one of them said.
I almost wet my pant it was a bit scary as I had no idea how long would they follow me.
"Yes, very nice," the other said in a sissy way, voice high and low.
I sped up, turned right and motioned my way on the dark footpath. They really did follow me, I could sense them behind me. I walked even faster then, and a gap between us became longer, but, alas, got stuck at the traffic junction a few minutes later.
Finally and sadly, they were right behind me.
"Excuse me!" said both of them.
I turned to them slowly, "Yes?"
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"What perfume you use?" (this is exactly what they said)
"Axe."
"What color?"
I, instinctively, recalled there were blue (Click) and red (Touch). "Red," I said confidently.
The light turned green so I started moving once again. They followed me closely. Then we got stuck at another one.
"Where are you from?" one of them asked.
"Sorry I'm not comfortable talking with you guys. I'm in a hurry."
They sighed and turned more sissy. "Okay sorry," one of them said and paused, "you come to my room, okay?" he continued, then pulled my right forearm, and that really scared the hell out of me.
I said no word but gave them an evil eye, then hurriedly crossed the road and took a taxi. For Buddha's sake my home was only 8 minutes away by walk and I had to take taxi. Too bad I wasn't tough enough :-( I believe these people must have a knife or a cutter in their backpack since their job brings total stranger to them and so anything unexpected could happen, as a result, a cutter to protect themselves was probably necessary. I want no hassle with these guys. So, I took a taxi.
Well, I narrated every detail, perhaps, too much. The scent I was wearing is BOGART pour homme (2004).
What do you think about this one? Now I'm enjoying every whiff of it.
Anyway, after gym an hour ago I wore another scent. I was in a lift alone, then 2 Indians came in, nothing happened. Then, down to the 7th floor, 2 Thai gay men (rent boys) came in.
"Do you smell something wonderful?" one of them said, in a low voice.
"Yes, must be this Japanese guy," the other replied.
I was a bit nervous then. They didn't think I was Thai. I turned fully alert just in case they'd say something offensive or over the line.
When we arrived at the 1st floor, I let the Indians out first, then, I expected 2 Thais to follow them, but they didn't move. I turned to them, they smiled back, and followed me out the lift.
"Follow him he smells lovely," one of them said.
I almost wet my pant it was a bit scary as I had no idea how long would they follow me.
"Yes, very nice," the other said in a sissy way, voice high and low.
I sped up, turned right and motioned my way on the dark footpath. They really did follow me, I could sense them behind me. I walked even faster then, and a gap between us became longer, but, alas, got stuck at the traffic junction a few minutes later.
Finally and sadly, they were right behind me.
"Excuse me!" said both of them.
I turned to them slowly, "Yes?"
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"What perfume you use?" (this is exactly what they said)
"Axe."
"What color?"
I, instinctively, recalled there were blue (Click) and red (Touch). "Red," I said confidently.
The light turned green so I started moving once again. They followed me closely. Then we got stuck at another one.
"Where are you from?" one of them asked.
"Sorry I'm not comfortable talking with you guys. I'm in a hurry."
They sighed and turned more sissy. "Okay sorry," one of them said and paused, "you come to my room, okay?" he continued, then pulled my right forearm, and that really scared the hell out of me.
I said no word but gave them an evil eye, then hurriedly crossed the road and took a taxi. For Buddha's sake my home was only 8 minutes away by walk and I had to take taxi. Too bad I wasn't tough enough :-( I believe these people must have a knife or a cutter in their backpack since their job brings total stranger to them and so anything unexpected could happen, as a result, a cutter to protect themselves was probably necessary. I want no hassle with these guys. So, I took a taxi.
Well, I narrated every detail, perhaps, too much. The scent I was wearing is BOGART pour homme (2004).
What do you think about this one? Now I'm enjoying every whiff of it.
After all, how many times do you meet people who really appreciate it? 
