“A crowded subway,” the old announcement says “is no excuse for sexual misconduct.” It is also not generally the place of pleasant smells. Luckily early one Friday evening on the ever hip and usually attractive L train there was a whiff of something that would have set anyone’s hormones on fire.
It was a pheromone perfume and it was hard to tell who exactly on this subway was wearing it but everyone was feeling it’s affects. Couples were getting 2am close at 7pm. Single folks’ eyes darted around the train eyeballing the hip and sexy young crowd looking for someone to chat up. This Friday was getting off to an early and heavily aroused start and all it took was the fine fragrance of Bask World and some human pheromones.
You could feel the sexual heat in the air as the train let off at Bedford Avenue. It was as if everyone wanted to pick up a bottle of wine and call it a night rather than find out where the rest of the young hip and horny were going to be hanging out. Pheromone perfume had set an entire neighborhood’s libido onto high alert and there was nothing that could slow them down.