Bad Scents, No Sense, Two Cents?

Story Submitted by Felicity:

It wasn't too long after I had sat down to my first dinner with Chris at a cozy restaurant when I smelled something pretty bad... bad like body odor.

He must have noticed my sniffing and frowning because he said, "Crap.  It's probably me.  Do you have any deodorant on you?"

I did, but the idea of letting a guy I had just met use my deodorant seemed somehow like a mistake.  I asked him, "You'd want to use someone else's deodorant?"

He said, "Not usually, but I'd rather that than you smell me all dinner long.  I usually don't smell like this.  I don't know what's happened."

The stick I had was pretty depleted by that point, so if he was willing to use it, I was okay with giving it to him and not using it again.  I handed it to him, and he left the table for the bathroom.  I hadn't told him that I wasn't planning to use it anymore.

When he returned, he handed it back to me, and I put it back in my purse, thinking that I'd throw it away shortly thereafter.  He asked, "How's that?"

I sniffed the air, and indeed, I couldn't detect any bad smells.  "Good job," I said, "You must have been very thorough."

"Oh yeah," he said, "I did my pits, ass, and crotch.  The smell should be gone by the time you use it again.  Wasn't going to take any chances," and then he winked at me.

First and last date.