This afternoon it was unbearably hot in my office, due to the combination of the heat being on in the building and the sun blasting in doing its greenhouse effect thing. It had to be at least 80 degrees in there. Downright sweaty. Which lead to the unpleasant result of the place smelling like man stew.
Of course I couldn’t resist commenting about man stew to my friend and we immaturely guffawed about man stew for a few minutes before she launched into a discussion of men who use deodorant on their man parts.
At first I didn’t think I heard right. She said something about deodorant and “down there” and while I heard her, I was still woozy from all of my guffawing over man stew and I wasn’t quite paying full attention.
Suddenly it dawned on me that she might have said what I thought she said, so I said, “What?!”
She patiently repeated, “Some guys wear deodorant ‘down there’,” while pointing at her crotch.
Me: Down there?!!!
Her: Yeah.
Me: On their privates?!!!
Her: Yeah.
Me: What kind?!!!
Her: Whatever kind they have, I guess.
Me: Roll-on or spray?!!!
Her: Either kind, I guess.
At which point we regressed to approximately middle school age maturity and started laughing hysterically.
That’s ridiculous!
This exchange went on throughout the rest of the day, and even after work via text messages, with me expressing my absolute shock that guys would use their armpit deodorant on their crotch, and her replying that yes indeed they did, interspersed with me making comments about them wanting to smell nice for the ladies.
The conversation finally ended with her telling me that I must not have have dated too many athletes or “playahs,” because if I did I would know about this, and me admitting that no, in fact, I did not date many athletes or “playahs.”
Apparently I missed out. Good thing I’m single again. No more man stew for me.
Um, were you aware of this practice?
Absolutely not aware of the”tenders” being tenderized…would want full (frontal) disclosure so if we were playah’s I wouldn’t roll that “stick” under my arms! Besides that could sting the ding a ling…and he’d be giving me a ring a ding ding…
I knew a couple who were swingers back in the 70s and the man hooked up with his wife’s friend who had a disease. He poured 16oz of rubbing alcohol over his “ta dahs” and was cured on the spot…(from swinging)