A few weeks ago, I received this e-mail (subject line: Memories) from an old ex:
In church today someone was wearing Ralph Lauren's Safari perfume. I couldn't help but think of you. I miss you sometimes. Just thought you'd like to know.
The truth was, I couldn't care less. I know that sounds harsh and unfeeling, but today is very different from yesterday and the memory of him fails to stir more than a few good times and a relief that I've moved on to better things.
It did make me think, though, and I caught on to an odd personality trait. Every. Single. Time. that I've changed relationships, I've changed perfumes. I'm sure it wasn't a conscious decision, or I wouldn't have been so taken aback by the realization. I just think that, like *Allen*, I began to associate the scent with the relationship and moved on when they did.
It's still an odd realization, though and I'm not eager to have any more relationship-related-self-discoveries anytime soon.