What A Lingerie Shop Is Like For A Man

Recently I had to go into a Victoria’s Secret by myself. The “had to” refers to the fact that it was necessary to go alone. It was not medically necessary for me to go there. To my knowledge, they sell very few items that qualify as life-sustaining. My girlfriend Gaby mentioned to me several months ago that she wanted new perfume, and she liked the selection that Victoria’s Secret carries. So I went there out of love. I had to go by myself to preserve the secrecy of her Valentine’s Day present.

As a male person with no intention of wearing women’s underwear, I felt out of place. I didn’t look like I was going to steal any merchandise, but they were worried that maybe I was going to smell some of it, which was accurate, but not in the creepy way. The last time I’d been inside of a Victoria’s Secret store was a month and a half earlier. Gaby brought me in with her for a quick underwear purchase. But, as sometimes happens, there was also a sale on bras. So I was left with a literal fistful of underwear while she tried on the bra. A saleswoman had appeared within moments.

“Would you like a bag for that?” she asked.

The implication was clear: “You’re creeping everyone out by standing in front of the fitting room door with a handful of panties.” I gratefully accepted the mesh tote.

Similarly, I was relieved last Saturday when Danielle, a sales associate approached me to ask whether I needed any assistance.

“More than you know,” I replied. Victoria’s Secret attended to me faster than any retail location had since I was a shifty-eyed teenager. One of the perks of having a beard, I guess.

I explained to Danielle that my girlfriend had expressed an affinity for one of the scents she found on a previous visit. I wasn’t exactly sure which one, but I was reasonably confident that I could figure it out through some combination of recognizing the name and the aroma itself. Smell is, after all, the strongest sense tied to memory, if I am to believe that one Snapple cap.

“I think the name has two words in it, and one of them might start with a ‘C,’” I offered.
“Lots of our fragrances have two words in their titles,” Danielle said. She gestured towards an entire rack full of perfumes with two-word names. Oh.

Danielle began the scent recognition process. She located the sample bottle of a perfume and sprayed one to two spritzes onto a thin strip of paper, the kind chemistry students use to perform litmus tests. She shook the strip, to dissipate the smellecules, I guess, and offered it to my waiting nose. I gave a tentative sniff.

“Hmmm,” I said. “I think the one I’m looking for is, I don’t know… sweeter? Is that a thing a perfume can be?”

The moment she handed me the second test strip, I knew I was up against a bitterer dilemma than I’d originally thought. I wrinkled my eyebrows and smelled it, and it was, to my untrained nose, exactly the same as the first scent. I was so convinced that I looked to make sure that it was from a different bottle. The first had been “Secret Angel” and the second was “Dream Angels.” How could I possibly differentiate between those two smells when I could barely understand what made the concept of “Secret Angel” different from that of “Dream Angel”? I’d never seen an angel to begin with, never mind smelled one.

I allowed Danielle to present me with several more strips, knowing that I would never in my natural life or the hypothetical eternal afterlife be able to identify the right one. With each, though, I furrowed my brow and pretended to consider whether the smell matched the phantom scent of my memory. Really I was just pondering whether it looked like I’d thought long enough about that topic to fool Danielle. Luckily, as I rolled my eyes in disbelief at the task ahead of me, I spotted a shelf of different, more familiar looking, perfumes.

“Can we try those?” I asked Danielle.

“I’m here all day,” she said with a shrug.

This shelf contained the Pink collection, which seemed more familiar. Each one bore two adjectives, like I’d remembered, but none of them were “C” words. So I had to decide, did Gaby want to smell:

Pretty and Pure

Soft and Dreamy or

Sweet and Flirty

It felt like an SAT question. After a perfunctory nosetasting of all three, I decided that my girlfriend would find the notion of being “Pretty and Pure” somehow antifeminist. I scooped up a Soft and Dreamy body spray and a Sweet and Flirty perfume, having no idea what the difference between those two types of spray was. As I carefully nestled the bottles into a bag, I thanked Danielle with a firm handshake and a near-bow of appreciation. I figured even though I hadn’t found exactly what I was looking for, I was well into “A for effort” territory.

As I stood in line to pay, I noticed a display of smaller bottles that were not on the regular shelf. Impulse buys. One, a cinnamon red bottle, bore the descriptors “Warm and Cozy.” Warm and Cozy! That was it! I tossed the bottle into my bag of smells and happily purchased all three.

Finding that bottle affirmed my sanity. It meant that my memory of an experience was accurate, and I had not invented both the name of a perfume and the sensation of its scent. Also, as it turns out, three bottles of perfume is enough for several lifetimes. So it will be quite a while before I have to go back to Victoria’s Secret. TC mark

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  • anonymous

    haha this is hilarious, as many of your pieces… Josh, I’m a boston-area huge fan of yours! 

    • Joshgondelman

      Thanks! I’m coming there to do comedy soon! I miss Boston all the time! Please come?

      • anonymous

        definitely! where and when. I’ll bring a crowd of similarly easy to entertain college students with me. 

  • lou

    I wish there were a different title. This was funny but its just a lil story…

  • Guest

    Aw this is so sweet! I love how you bought three fragrances in the end, your girlfriend is very lucky to have someone that puts in this sort of effort! Haha

  • S0sJAHs0s

    Dear men, no one thinks you’re creepy if you’re in Victoria Secret, we think you’re there on account of a woman in your life. Also, the employees are told to offer bags (especially when you’re holding things already) because shoppers subconsciously feel the need to fill them.

    No worries :)

  • Guy

    Hrrm. I kept waiting for something more interesting than the “oh look I found it!” moment. I think maybe you could have done more with this one. They can’t all be home runs.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1607570035 Maria Zahir-Marçeau

    This was such a short, yet enjoyable read. It made me chuckle all over the place. 

  • Tarasha

    I really laughed at this one. You’re brilliant.

    Also, I really don’t get the concept of the names of these perfumes and body sprays.

  • Anonymous

    Well, was it the right perfume? What a cliff hanger! Or shall I say, sniff hanger?

    (Can’t believe I just did that.)

    • Joshgondelman

      Warm and Cozy was the right one, but she liked the others too!

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003197905700 Alix Harvey

    This gave me better insight to the plights I must have put numerous ex boyfriends through. whoops.

  • drewhouse

    oh man, you nailed this.  awkwardly waiting near the dressing room…the worst

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1363230138 Michael Koh

    i’m glad you found it. i would’ve just stood there for ages smelling similar scents over and over, wondering which is which, then getting my nose confused

  • http://fazed-girl.blogspot.com Samantha

    I don’t know what TC’s writers have been on lately, but after, like, a dry spell for good articles, there’s been a bumper crop of gems like this.

  • Apransky

    For someone who scored a perfect 1600 on the SAT this must have been a piece of cake … a warm and cozy one

    • Nicole

      Hi, I’m a self righteous asshole who feels the need to announce my SAT score on the internet when everyone knows it doesn’t really matter anyway. 

      • Joshgondelman

        Thanks for reading, Nicole! No need to jump all over apransky. He’s my buddy’s dad, and he’s being nice (though historically inaccurate) and referencing my SAT score, which, as I said, he generously inflated over time.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1217597690 Mitch Lavender

    “The implication was clear: “You’re creeping everyone out by standing in front of the fitting room door with a handful of panties.” I gratefully accepted the mesh tote.”
    Loved this – a plain brown wrapper, please. 

  • :)

    Did you know that if you spray  the tester strips and let them dry, it’s easier to differentiate between the scents? (Just make sure to label what perfume is on what strip. lol.)


  • http://www.facebook.com/patrickhuffine Patrick Huffine

    Buh, totally misleading title.

  • http://twitter.com/tannnyaya Tanya Salyers


  • beatrice

    This is soo sweet and hilarious, very nice

  • http://twitter.com/vickstahs Vicky Nguyen

    Adorable, I really hope I see more of your stuff :)

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