A few days ago, I was sitting back reading the daily dramas on FaceBook when up popped a friend request from someone I dated many moons ago. Her first question was (well second question after what was my marital status) was “what 90’s cologne comes to mind when you think of a real dating?” I'm not talking about a sport frack mission. I'm talking about a "gee I really like this girl I want to impress her*” type of evening in which you’re heading out with a woman you really dig. Almost … [Read more...]