In ALL HONESTY....you are absolutely correct. BUT, what, really, is this scent? Near as I can figure: This must be an amalgamation of..... a. The shampoo they like. b. Cigarette smoke c. Cheap perfume d. The smell of lust for money, and money smells good e. A very warm young body f. All mixed up into one some scent that can NEVER be duplicated anywhere else. When I was young, I rode on the back of a motorbike girl, with her hair blowing back and covering my face. This smell of AMBROSIA is a smell that I have never smelled anywhere..... It was like the smell of: VICTORY Victory because....I realized I had grasped the Brass Ring. Most guys never experience this. If there IS such a thing as AMBROSIA, then it must be what one smells when riding, at 3am, on the back of some Bar-Girl, on a motor scooter, with the wind blowing her scent back at you, a mile a minute. Most guys never experience this. And, I have not experienced this ecstasy enough times in my life. Even the thought of this gives me a HUGE one. ============= Unfortunately, I now have only vivid memories. I am over the hill, and beyond riding on the back of some Bar-Girl, on her motorbike, with humid air blowing by...... God, what what I would not give just to return to those moments.....! Hanging on.... For dear life.... Sitting behind her on her motorbike.... Clinging for dear life, to her youthful breasts.... And, SHE.....guiding the bike..... Wherever. That was my life in Tainan, Taiwan. It was not boring. ============== These days, though, I just, mostly, hang out in my rooms, and remember what once was. It's OK.
