A Story in three parts.

Part 1: I went out to breakfast with my girlfriends. Because it was at a diner, we all left happy, our hair smelling like bacon.

Part 2: On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to buy bread because Mort has become finicky to the point where he can now tell if I am using the "wrong" brand of bread to make his sandwich, in which case he cannot eat it.

Part 3: A man in the bread aisle lifted his head sharply as I approached and smiled almost to himself. "That perfume smells great!" he exclaimed.

Conclusion: Men love the smell of bacon.