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I'm A Soap Girl

Dear Diary

 
Today I wanna talk about soap. Why? I hear you ask. Well I'll tell you. For years now I've been a fan of smelling nice and clean. I understand that might sound weird, as who wakes up and says 'I want to smell bad today'? Well some people do I suppose, but I'm not one of them. Anyway, I love it when you get the slightest whiff of 'clean' when someone walks by, especially a hot dude, and that's a goal of mine, to always smell nice and fresh, and maybe even appeal to someone as they get a whiff of my cleanliness as i saunter by. So, that's my fascination with soap. But I've not actually even used soap for years. I made the switch to shower gel and that poufy little sponge thingy years ago. I was under the impression that that combination would get me cleaner. Also, bars of soap are so low rent, let's be honest. And they seem so 1970s to me. Only old people use bar soap. And bar soap is goddam messy as eff once it gets wet! When I start to date a guy, I never go snooping in his medicine cabinet, I like to look in their shower and see if they're a shower gel or bar soap user. If it's the latter, and I end up dating them, I make a plan to convert them to shower gel asap. But over the weekend I stopped by a friend's house and while I was there, had to wash my hands. All they had was some cheap arse Dial bar soap and I was mildly dismayed that I had to use it. But as soon as I started washing my hands, my nose was filled with an amazing aroma, and that aroma was... soap! It smelled so fresh and clean and lovely! So I decided to buy some. I am now a bar soap user!

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