Its not in my capacity to be very observing, but once in a while I do tend to notice things. And this time it was the lingering smell of a woman I could barely make out in the distance about two blocks down the street. When I say smell of the woman, I mean her perfume was wafting in the air about a mintue after she'd passed that way (to the imaginatively downtrodden, think "Tom and Jerry" with the aroma of cheese making a beeline to Jerry's hole). Now I started thinking... ASIDE: When I do that it looks like chacha chaudhary without the turban. Here's probably what has happenned over time. During the royal ages when Kings ruled, there were consequently, Queens (more than one per king) who vied for their hubby-royale. These rich women used to sit in flower gardens all day so they could smell good later. One fine day, an peddlar came upto the queen and sold her a bottle of smell. Smearing this replaced their pheromones with various artificial concotions allowing them to focus on things like jugsaw puzzles and affairs instead of waiting in gardens all day. Enter the era of bottled up smells and priorly undiscovered fragrances. Getting back to my story, it works like a charm, for I felt briefly tempted to follow her into the Lexus that her muscular boyfriend was driving, may as well have won a lottery to the depths of hell. Good thing I was saved by the scent of a woman walking 3 blocks aways on the opposite side of the road. The confusion around "which one" to follow probably insured my life. Anyways, the advice is, go on, whip out those spray bottle with fancy nozzles and free carry bags on purchase and get the wafts going, for someone you like could be stalking you 2 blocks away at this very moment.