Manhattan Me

I'm new to a lot of things.  One of those things is the Axe Detailer Shower Tool and I'm going to let you in on how this little guy, saved my sanity (and my money).

In college, I never dated anyone local, and always ended up taking part in these painfully serious (or seriously painful?) long distance relationships.  Well, I took care of that in no time at all and found myself a real live New York City boyfriend.  The good kind that seem to only exist on some women's "Things I Want in a Man" mental list.  It's been really great, truly.  Except for this one thing.  Soap.

Because I've always had to travel to visit my boyfriends in the past, we never spent an extended amount of time together.  But now, with this guy living just one subway stop from my apartment, he's over quite frequently which means he's used my shower quite frequently as well.  Now at first, I thought it was some type of fluke.  I hopped in the shower after my man finished up in there and noticed a considerable amount of body wash was missing from the bottle.  Maybe he spilled some, I do it all the time.  A few days later, I had to buy a new bottle because I was suddenly on empty.  When he came out of my shower not more than two weeks later saying, "We need more soap" I didn't know if I should be more confused that I was now part of a "we" or that "we" ACTUALLY needed soap, AGAIN!  He came over the next night with a fresh bottle, without me having to ask, of the same kind I had before and I was too amazed to question the mystery of the disappearing body wash.

But when "we" only had half a bottle left, again, I decided something must be done.  I spent days wracking my brain over what he could possibly be doing with it all.  The bathroom always smelled really great after he showered, and the Ocean Breeze scent of my body wash would hang in there until the next day.  Not to mention the fact that he would still smell like he was fresh out of the shower the next morning.  Was it possible that he was ingesting it and sweating it out through his pores?  Finally, I worked up the courage to ask him.  I started off slowly, "So, what would make you more comfortable when you spend the night here?"  He mentioned something about having a flatter pillow.  "Anything else?" I asked.  He shook his head.  Then his eyes lit up and he said, "I'd like to have my own towel here.  I never know which one I can use."  I grabbed the opportunity while we were on the subject of showering, "So," I said, "is the shower okay though? Is my body wash too girly?"  He said it wasn't.  Finally I just blurted it out--"Why do you use SO much soap???  WHAT are you doing with it?? I HAVE to know!!" He chuckled at my distraught state over something so minimal and told me he soaps up three times to make up for the fact that he doesn't have a loofa to use.

Prior to this, I'd talked with my friends and family about possible solutions to the soap mystery.  My mother suggested he have his own loofa, and I refused, stating that I was not ready to have another person's things in MY shower.  But now I was raising my white flag, asking if he'd like his own loofa.  The next day he left me $5 and I went to the store and bought him the Axe Detailer.  And I am proud to say that "we" do not need soap.