In my ideal world, I would not be expected to attract a mate through my deformed Protean visage, nor my feeble stock of "wit" and "charm" (which is all but unintelligible as it flatulates in farting-like sounds out of my grotesque rubbery mouth), nor even the amount of money I earn (because I'm a professional blogger, and make none.) Instead, mates would be attracted by grasping them firmly by the back of their heads, thrusting their faces into my armpit and holding them there until they had no choice but to inhale deeply. In such an olfactory world of seduction, I have no doubt that I would be George Clooney.
So I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Designer James Auger's Smell+ project will have real-world goals. He envisions a blind date agency based entirely on smell. Nothing like a vial of pheremones to determine life long compatibility. Personally, I'll marry the first woman who smells like bakery-fresh cinnamon rolls.
