Tonight I'm Going To Sleep With A Pair Of His Dirty Socks

So I'm sitting here at my desk all day thinking, "Damn, it really smells like Man-Friend in here."

And enjoying it.

Finally I look around for the source of the smell and realize that he has left a pair of his (worn) pants hanging over the back of the very chair I'm sitting in and that this whole time I have been happily relishing in the scent of his dirty butt.

I mean, that's love, right?