Jungle Tales

Letter to Jungle Tales: 

Anonymous - Los Angeles, CA  

“Let me spill the tea on this date I had which was straight out of a dream until, well… it wasn’t.  So, I’ve been eyeing this guy, let’s call him D, at my apartment complex for the longest. He’s got that smooth charm and a smile that could light up the whole town. After what felt like forever, D finally asked me out to chicken and waffles at our local spot—super casual but perfect for a first date. 

The night started off incredible. We laughed over dinner, shared stories, and really clicked. After eating, we headed over to a hip-hop picnic concert at the Hollywood Bowl. Y'all, it was AMAZING. The music was fire, and the vibes were just right under that open sky. I was really feeling D, and he seemed really into me too. 

Things were going so well that he invited me back to his place afterward—a super chic loft up in the hills of Ladera Heights. This spot was like something out of a magazine, I kid you not. We kicked back with some wine and chilled to some smooth R&B. Everything was perfect, and things started to get a little heated between us. 

But then, y'all, as we got closer, I caught a whiff of something… off. Like, really off. It wasn’t the chicken and waffles, honey, it was coming from D. As things got more intimate, the smell just got stronger, and it was clear it was coming from his... let's say, lower region. I was totally turned off. I couldn’t go through with it. 

Panicking and needing a quick escape, I blurted out the first excuse that came to mind, "Oh my God, I just remembered - I have twilight church service in the morning and have to make sure I'm well-rested to receive the Pastor's message!" I mean, who says that? But it was the only out I could think of! 

D, bless his heart, took me home, and yeah, I totally ghosted him after that. I just couldn't face him again after the 'smelly incident'. It was the best night gone wrong, really quick! 

So, lesson learned, folks. No matter how hot the date or how fly the venue, nothing kills the vibe like bad body odor. D could've been the one, but that night just proved how essential it is to stay fresh all over, not just under the arms. D, if only you knew about Fadidi, maybe our story would’ve had a different ending. 

Stay blessed,