My girlfriend invited me over to her house for dinner with her mother. When I got there, I was overwhelmed by the strong pungent odor of some cheap drugstore perfume. It seemed like her mother took a bath in this awful smelling stuff. My girlfriend seemed oblivious to the odor, or she just pretended not to notice. When I said something to her about it, she became so defensive of her mother. That was the last date I ever had with this woman and I told her why. I'm still recovering from the smell. I'd rather spend the time anywhere else rather than in that house again.
— Thomas, 26