The Pheromones Didn't Stand a Chance

I met a fellow for coffee on Saturday - after much urging from friends. Since I tied it in with my list of errands, I had pretty much discounted anything significant coming out of the meeting. And I brought Scrappy along for added insurance. He is (usually) my dud-finder. On this occasion, however, he spent most of his time rolling around in the grass, waving all four paws in the air and looking ridiculous. But he was also reserved around Mr. Saturday, so that was a red flag. So was the non-stop monologue about himself with no questions about me, my life, likes, etc. I hold to the belief that chemistry is VERY important, so I also count on my pheromones. They, however, wilted under the onslaught of heavy, overpowering, cloyingly pungent aftershave. If there had been any frisky pheromones, they didn't stand a chance.