So, I have started swimming again, and learned to wear a skirt to the pool. (It's far easier to get dressed with damp skin compared to pulling on pants.)
Unfortunately, Ashbutt McDieselthroat loves my recycled-sari skirts. He's fascinated by them in a way that no other clothing attracts cat.
...at least he's stopped trying to pull them off me?
However, when I come home from the pool, something about the scent on my feet, flip-flops, and the skirt hem where it's touched the locker room floor is utterly entrancing to this cat.
This makes life interesting when I'm trying to make coffee and breakfast.
After the third time I had to gently shove him out of the way with my foot because he got so wrapped up in smelling the cloth he forgot to watch out for me trying to move around the kitchen...
I grumbled to my husband, "Love, there's a strange male sniffing around my skirts!"
My love just grinned, and sipped his cuppa. "I'm not worried. He's too hairy for you."