In any case — I emailed three or four of the people I matched with.I have some dates set up right now, including a second one (longboarding, if you’re curious, which you are).that there was some science to back up the idea that hey, I might smell weird, but I smell weird-good to at least one other person in the world, and surely I am not so hideous as to cause them to not want to make out with me.

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I made scones for breakfast, leaned against the counter to get close to the herbs as they baked.

I tried to coordinate my schedule for the day into one of sensory pleasures that would rub off on the shirt.

Everyone emits a different smell, and at Pray’s first Pheromone Party, attendees were required to wear the same shirt to bed three nights in a row (no perfume or deodorant allowed), put it in a Ziploc bag, and bring it to the party.

40 guests showed up, with well worn in t-shirts in hand, and each shirt was labeled with a pink or blue post-it (depending on the owner’s sex) and a number.

Smell.dating is already more fruitful than my experience with Tinder or Bumble.

Do I consider this service my foolproof ticket to wifedom? But it’s already proven to be so much more interesting than other cruising mediums I’ve tried. That an invisible weapon can also be a courteous gesture. Serge Lutens, a popular perfumer, describes perfume as "a choice, a weapon, a courteous gesture." Smell.dating took this weapon from me and made me examine why I felt I needed it so much, and then dared me to use scent itself more intimiately and with kindness. I’d forgotten that was a possibility with beauty for awhile, there: that it can in fact give you second chances, that maybe being stripped of your weapons is what you might need or want. Forget meeting potential dates in bars, or flipping through endless profiles on OKCupid.I plotted to eat nothing too pungent or messy so whoever got my shirt wouldn’t get hot sauce stains and judge me as a slob.I scheduled yoga instead of cycling, so I wouldn’t get the shirt super grossly pungent from the fear-sweat and rage-crying. Also, none of those aromatic activities actually ended up happening, because I was too busy doing unavoidable errands such as talking to my therapist and answering work emails. I realized I couldn’t fake my way out of it into becoming a naturally beautifully smelling human being — I just didn’t have the time!38 smelled comforting but I can't tell if it's because it smells like a shirt or comforting because someone comforting wore it. [I did not match with them.] 9 smelled sexier and a little spicy but also frightened me a little? When I return to them, I can smell a flower, rain water, a back.