3 sprays IHx4 to neck and wrists, 2 hours before interview.
I arrived about 10 minutes early and was asked to take a seat until it was my turn to interview by a very friendly receptionist in her late 40s. She struck me as a mothering, slightly ditzy type. I could just picture her as a bantam hen fussing around over a brood of chicks.
Almost immediately after I sat down, she struck up a conversation.
Bosses are known to ask receptionists for first impressions of candidates so I did my best to appear friendly. We engaged in small talk about the weather, my travel here etc.
All went well, until out of the blue she asked if I was gay and tried to set me up with her son!
Apparently, the neroli in Honesty smells like a girl’s perfume to her nose. Bond Girl 007, to be exact. Oh, and I look too good, dress too well to be straight.
I’m secure enough in my masculinity to joke about it and I laughed it off, even playing the Pink Pretender to good effect, but I love women and that’s not gonna change.
No way in Hell am I a Bond Girl. Need to scrub it off and repair my man card, pronto. Ruddy bantam hen!
Musk
