remembering.

me: if I died and a breeze blew and my smell blew across that breeze what smell would remind you of me?

Joe: stew
me: what?
joe: your spray tan makes you always smell like stew...
me: always?

...ah he does have a point, I think all of my past boyfriends can attest to this.
however, so unfortunate, i have to give up smell for beauty.