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You were taking a casual stroll one morning. The weather was perfect, chilly but sunny all the same. You whistled as you walked along.
As you took a right turn, you saw a very pretty lady, looking like something straight off a magazine.
She walked smoothly seductive like a runway model, her height a few inches shy of yours. The sexy blouse and matching trousers she wore fit like a second skin. Your own walking step adjusted to exude confidence as you quickened your movement to make a pass. You passed your palm over your face a first time and looked yourself over just to be sure.
As you neared her, you pass your palm over your face again. Suddenly, you perceive a musky smell, making your hand pause over your nose. Your nose wrinkled as you turned right and then left, sniffing slightly to detect the direction of the smell.
A frown crossed over your face as you discovered the smell was coming directly from your front; from your target.
Your step slowed down, as your brain interpreted the smell of sweat, dirt and decomposing cosmetics, which could only emanate from an unwashed hair!
Jesus! Her hair smells so bad. By now, you have slowed down into a crawl, debating whether to turn left or right, because moving forward isn't such a cute option anymore.
Alas, the most splendid dream has faded into a nightmare. Her attempts to look more beautiful has unleashed something more repulsive.
You like her but you wouldn't have anything to do with THAT HAIR!!

N.B: This is a rendition of an original experience.. No reaction is needed or expected either.