Smell of Death: Fantasy

I smelled death and decay and rot on my blind date, even though he smiled with bright white teeth and dressed nicely and was handsome and funny and wore tasteful cologne. I never wore my nose plugs on dates or interviews or anything important. My grandmother would have told me never to wear nose plugs at all, but she'd lived in the country. She'd never had to deal with the constant stink of this many people so close together. And even she had moved to the other side of her little county to get away from a pig farm. I didn't have that kind of money, so I couldn't move away. That was one of the things I'd given up when I'd decided not to become a perfumer in a--

Inspiration: On the bus, reading one of the Greywalker books and thinking about vampires. I want to see the old non-sexy vampires make a comeback.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Don't know where the perfume stuff came from. It's important to note that this main character isn't a werewolf. Is. Not.