Just because you're super hot doesn't give you the right to smell so bad that it makes my eyes water. It's totally forgivable if you're trying out a new "natural" deodorant (maybe made from diatomaceous earth, pink Himalayan rock salt, rolled oats and a dash of lemon zest) and it stopped working 5 minutes after you stepped out your front door this morning. That's totally forgivable.
But this...THIS wasn't an hour or two of man-muskiness I was smelling. No, sir, this was days...weeks...months...dare I say, maybe even years worth of unwashed, peppery, putrid body odor that had been percolating and stewing for quite some time so that your stench hit me like a cloud of small fish hooks struggling their way up into my sinuses to say "Howdy-Do!" to my brain.

I had to slowly move away from you, hot man, and that was sad because you were so pleasing to one sense, and yet so foul to an other.

I have a feeling that not just one bath and interaction with some sort of industrial cleaning solution will rid you of the totally malodorous situation you seem to to have found yourself in, so more than one bath might be something to look into.

I look forward to gazing upon you again when Hell's putrescence isn't seeping out of your pores.