The night of our first date, I was nervous. A year after getting out of a serious relationship, I had only dated sporadically. Most of the guys I had dated during that time period were guys I already knew. I didn't know Steve that well.
I discarded several outfits before settling on one. I applied a little bit of makeup although I rarely wear it. And on the way out of the bathroom, I made a last second decision to spritz on a little vanilla body spray.
I didn't know then that Steve loved the smell of vanilla. I didn't know that my choice would be driving him wild all night long. I just liked the smell and wanted a little pick me up
Eight years later, it still drives him wild. I can walk in the bedroom
wearing the skimpiest lingerie you can buy and if he's tired, he may not
even notice. But let me walk in wearing frumpy sweats and a spritz of
vanilla and he's tearing my clothes off.
I still use the same exact brand as I did years ago. I don't wear it all the time. If I did, we might never leave the bed. For a while when things were rocky between us, I didn't wear it at all. But since we've started TTWD, I've found myself wearing it more. I wear it not for its apparent aphrodisiac effects, although I do enjoy that, but because Steve has told me more than once that he loves it when I do wear it.
I guess you could say the scent of love around here is vanilla.