# 37 Days till... **URL:** \ **Category:** Men's Journals\ **Created:** [November 5, 2011, 11:44pm UTC](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/37-days-till/53156 "2011-11-05T23:44:06Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 2\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![Professor\_P](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/dc4da7/32.png) [@Professor\_P](https://pheromonetalk.com/u/Professor_P)\ **Post date:** [November 5, 2011, 11:44pm UTC](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/37-days-till/53156/1 "2011-11-05T23:44:06Z")
\*Note: Some names may have been changed to protect the innocent. Also, I don’t have exact numbers as this wasn’t intended to be a case study. Oh yes, and I call mones “nomes” just because I can! 😛 Day 1: Lonely, the screen on my phone lit up. It was a close friend of mine. It was a rather unusual hour of the night and I shrugged it off. I hadn’t heard from Hanna in some time and wasn’t necessarily going to leap to attention at her txt. In fact, I found it rather vague. It wasn’t until the next day that I pursued it further. “Remember that girl you met a few weeks back? She’s totally into you.” I can’t say that my heart didn’t leap. We had meshed extremely well and had a great conversation last we talked. She was dating someone at the time, though, and I’m not one to try and get in the way of that. That relationship was over, however, and for reasons completely unrelated to me. I can only guess that I had made a great impression on her all that time ago. Heck, she was seeking me out after all. I couldn’t help but wonder if and what I might have been wearing that night. This occasion would be it’s own beast, though. I wanted the right mix. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted. I desired to feel loved and get a little physical but not necessarily overdo it either. But I was longing for some decent company (and maybe even a new girlfriend) and had been all week. I called her up and we chatted for a long time and I invited her over for dinner that day! She agreed and I set about cooking. I surveyed the “weapons” at my disposal. Among them, my Shine had been exhausted as it was my favorite and my TUTH from my first order had leaked a lot so that was out even faster. I still had some IJ, IO, IH, MX412, and a tiny bit of AMMO left. I liked to spray IOx2 on my wrists/forearms, one spray each. I’d rub them together and then touch them to the side of my neck. I’d do the same with IH. IJ usually consisted of maybe one spray on the hair. Another under the chin if I was feeling bold but I usually found one spray was plenty. Had to figure out something to make up for not having TUTH. A spray of AMMO on the chest (if I went for a second I usually aimed for the hair or the neck right under the chin) also worked nicely. I applied some MX412 at times… it had almost ran out, though, as I had been using it in large group experiments. I’d spray it around the living room by itself or TAA when smaller groups of people would come over and gage their reactions. It was rather favorable and interesting. I also experimented with self effects but didn’t tend to find too much although I may have just not used enough to truly OD. At any rate, armed with my assortment and some high-end collague which smelled great, complimented the “nomes”, and maybe even masked them too, I was ready to rock and roll. There was no telling what would happen. What a crazy evening! I was smooth. Dinner hadn’t turned out the best because I was trying to cook and clean at the same time but she didn’t notice too much. She actually kinda felt out of her element being there with just me and the roomie after only meeting me briefly once. Maybe some of the nomes I used too had something to do with that. _shrugs_ At any rate, she took a seat on my giant loveseat and I slickly joined her. We threw on a movie and before we both knew it we were all nice and snuggled up. (Yes! I did just say “snuggled”! 😛) Granted, it might have helped that the movie we had randomly picked was pretty sensual itself to be honest. Whatever the case, though, things soon progressed from cuddling to tender pecks to passionate kissing. It was crazy! This was the first date! And someone who I had maybe only spent a few hours with in my entire life briefly before this on one single occasion. Even I don’t move that fast! But I was feeling bold and she was feel willing I guess. _shrugs_ It was amazing. It felt like I had her blushing all night. I think she was just as caught off-guard by the whole situation as I was. It almost had a fantasy feel to it. The euphoria and connection seemed undeniable… Amazing. The word of the relationship would soon come to be “enamored” among others. But how could two people feel so perfect for one another after only one night? … ---
**Author:** ![SteveO](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/87869e/32.png) [@SteveO](https://pheromonetalk.com/u/SteveO)\ **Post date:** [November 11, 2011, 9:28pm UTC](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/37-days-till/53156/2 "2011-11-11T21:28:39Z")
Reads like a porno, without the sex. Why? Because I can, that’s why 🙂. Some people have a great connection. There’s nothing really weird about that.