Mmm… Breakfast.
After my roommate set off the fire alarms in our apartment building, which is an entirely different story, our apartment smelled a bit like grease fire. So I put my trusty snow boots on the other night and trekked down to “the wal” for a perusal of their scented candles section.
I ended up buying three.
One for the dining room/family room area, and two for my room. Here’s where the evening took a drastic turn. I’ve tried both of them out, I like them both for different reasons, and I think they both have the potential to end my love life for a considerable amount of time. That’s where you come in, trusty readers of Wily Filipino. I need your help.
The two candles I bought belonged to a line of scented candles whose theme was cupcakes. They’re all supposed to smell like different cupcake flavors. After several minutes of deliberation, I settled on these two: Cherry Chip and Cinnamon French Toast.
So here’s the scenario: You’re on a 6th, 7th… possibly 8th date with a guy. You’ve done the offbeat, yet endearingly thoughtful activity you’ve come to know and love, and you awkwardly hint at heading to his place for a nightcap, because he’s too much of a wimp to make a real move (read: a gentleman), and upon entering the place “where the magic happens” as they say, it smells like:
a) Cherry
2) Breakfast
Discuss.
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Look, any time the guy’s place doesn’t smell like old milk, you’re golden as far as I’m concerned.
And I say Cherry. Save the French Toast for breakfast. BWAH!!
Breakfast.
Breakfast. I think the fruity smells would throw me off. But you can’t go wrong with being a good cook
Breakfast. Conjures up feelings of home, security, and family. Women love these things.