Fatal Attraction: Mosquitoes

Okay, so the attraction isn't all that fatal unless you happen to get malaria or dengue fever from said mosquitoes (don't worry, I kept up with my malaria medication so as not to make the attraction fatal.), but still, mosquitoes are not my friends. From my last trip to India in 2001, I returned to the U.S. with wonderful red welts all over my legs, courtesy of my friendly neighborhood mosquitoes. During that trip I also learned that Indian mosquitoes are immune to American mosquito repellent (namely OFF!). This time I was smarter; I asked my grandpa to buy a tube of Odomos (Indian brand of mosquito repellent) prior to my arrival.
Unfortunately, I didn't arrive to Mumbai bathed in Odomos so the biting began there at the airport. I swear that mosquitoes are attracted only to me, but I'm sure 15 others will swear the same thing of themselves. I am told they bite me because I have "sweet" blood...yeah, right. Either that or American blood tastes good.
I was already cranky from a 15 hour flight so having to scratch at mosquito bites while sitting in a restaurant with a couple friends was not what I was looking for. I just wanted to chill, not be annoyed, but I digress.
Luckily for me, the mosquitoes stopped biting me after about a week. My conclusions: either all the Odomos I applied seeped into my skin and therefore into my bloodstream (I highly doubt that's possible) or as my cousin suggested, my blood had turned Indian. Or maybe it's just because there weren't as many mosquitoes as there usually are during monsoon season because it was so darn hot.
So I thought I was safe, but darn the stubborness of Indian mosquitoes...they just had to bite me a few last times before I left. So the biting restarted about two days before it was time for me to return home. In the end, I was just glad I didn't return with welts like I did last time.