I once had a date with a professional woman who was dressed very nicely for the occasion. Well, our first date went very well, and I was looking forward to our second date. Unfortunately, the second was the worst date I've ever had. When I picked her up, she stank to high heaven--I mean major B.O. She did not realize this until late in the evening when she went to the bathroom and poured the perfume on; then she smelled even worse. Needless to say, that was our last date.
— Jim, 34