Isn't This Basically Chanel No. 5?

Story Sent in by Robbi:

Charles and I were single parents who frequently bumped into each other while dropping our kids off at daycare. One thing led to another and we wound up on a date together out at a bar.

He had a couple of drinks then unloaded, "Your kid smells like farts all the time."

For the record, my child does not smell like anything. I'd clean her mornings and evenings and so Charles didn't really know what he was talking about. But he wasn't done. He then said, "It's okay. I like how she smells. Kid-farts smell the best. The best. In fact, next time she farts, can you call me over?"

I asked with some dread, "You mean like a playdate? For our kids?"

He said, "No. Just me. I'll just smell the farts and then go home. It won't cost you anything."

I declined his "offer," asked him if he'd be okay closing out the tab, and I left as fast as my legs could carry me. I shortly afterward found another daycare place for my kid and so stopped that from happening before it happened.