When my husband and I first started dating, I liked his cologne. Then he changed to something different. I didn't like that one so much so found a nice way to tell him. I said something like, 'Hey, I really like that cologne you wore when I first met you. What was that?'

He got a sheepish look on his face and told me that he was very embarrassed to admit it, but it was Old Spice. Ok, so he was embarrassed to admit it, but I was even more embarrassed that the cologne that turned my crank was also the cologne that my GRANDFATHER USED TO WEAR.

We both got over our embarrassment and he resumed wearing Old Spice.

One day, still early in the dating process, I was at the mall. I smelled that familiar smell and got all dreamy-like. I turned around to see where this scent was emanating from. I almost fell on the floor laughing, because it was a little old man, all hunched over and hobbling along with a cane. True story, I swear.

Yep, apparently I like 'old man' smell.