Warning: This post is rather sentimental. Readers with an aversion to emotional attachment may wish to skip it. Viewer discretion advised.
Well, I have another small report, if anyone is interested. First though, if anyone hasn’t read my report on my experiences with A314 and the Ammo test pack, that can be found at
This next report is also on A314 and the test pack, but this time was slightly more personal for me. In my first post on this thread, I mentioned one of my ex-girlfriends and said a bit about our situation. This weekend, I was home from school for a few days, and my brother had his honor band concert. I found out that my ex would be playing as well, so I called her up and asked if we could hang out a bit before the concert. She said that would be fine, and to meet her outside the auditorium. By that time, I had already applied two drops of A314 (about a half to my wrists and the rest along my jawline, as usual.) I’m getting low on A314 and was going to buy a new bottle but decided I’d just have to ration it until the end of the month, when I get a bit more money. I wonder if Androtics ever gives out bottles of A314 as freebies? HINT HINT!!! No, I jest. I love getting new things to test as freebies, but nearly everything in my most recent order is experimental or new. I’m super low on consumer arsenal. Oh well, I’ll be fine. (And when I eventually place my COSMOS order, I’ll not need to worry for a long, long time.) But, I digress.
So, to begin again, I was wearing two drops of A314 and four sprays of MX280 (one between the wrists, one to each side of my neck, and one to my hair, as usual.) I did this before I knew that I would be seeing my ex (who I will now actually call by her name, Joyce, because “my ex” doesn’t even hint at the wonderful, creative person that she is.) So, we met up about an hour before she had to start getting ready for the concert, and walked around the campus (where we had originally met at a summer program) remembering various events, such as the death of one of our mutual friends, whom we had actually both dated (but not at the same time, of course.) After a bit, we went up to a piano practice room and started playing a few songs. We were both sitting on the same bench, and as I was playing, I noticed her watching me out of the corner of my eye. She was just looking at me with a slight smile on her face. A little while later, she put her arm around my waist for a little bit, and suddenly decided she wanted to go sit in the auditorium with me (this was a different auditorium from the one the bands would be playing in, and was completely empty.)
We made our way there, and just sat on the stage, waxing nostalgic, until our bubble of memories was pierced by college kids coming in to do sectionals. It was about time for her to start getting ready by then anyway, so I walked her to the band room and told her I’d see her whenever and would tell her goodbye after the concert. I went and sat with my grandparents to watch the concert, and wrote on my hands a bit about her, as if speaking to her. After her concert, she came down, found me in the audience, and called me over to sit with her.
damn it i was not expecting this i was expecting her to leave what now?
I didn’t have time to wash off my hands, it was pretty obvious that they were covered in words, but I went over anyway, and kept them closed. At some point, I let my guard down and took her saxophone from her and started messing around with it, and she quickly noticed the writing. She wanted to know what I had written and how could I possibly not let her read it?
shit i knew this was going to happen i knew it why am i so stupid and a romantic and why would i write my yearning on my hands and why am i still head over heels for this girl when no one else has ever come close to making me feel the way i do with her?
So, after a bit, I let her read them, and she got really quiet, and acted like it hadn’t happened, talking about the concert and the songs and her parents, but eventually asking when I had written it, and who could make me feel that way (although she knew exactly to whom it was addressed). And after that, she seemed comfortable again, flicking me every once in a while, making comments about the band. But I noticed the comments were less distant now, literally. I noticed her lips were less than an inch from my ear, and I noticed when she kept looking at my hands, and trying to piece things together and decide what to do next. But I also noticed that as she started getting closer, she was taking deeper breaths, deeper lungfuls of the pheromones, and wondered what effect that would have.
And then we were holding hands. And it was quite an active thing too, not that limp clasp you see between couples who are holding hands out of habit, or to make an appearance, but the caressing of thumbs and fingers and palms of someone who genuinely wants to have your hand in theirs.
This report is quite long already, and doesn’t seem to have as much to do with pheros as it does with my personal relationships, but I don’t think things would have played out so fully if I hadn’t been wearing the pheros. We are both cautious around each other. Ever since we broke up, warmth, respect, and admiration have been filtered through clever banter and wordplay and subtle hints about our feelings. Yesterday, all of those original feelings were once again apparent. She has been busy since then, so I haven’t gotten to talk to her much, but I think things will play out well. Whatever happens, I’d like to thank Androtics and every wonderful person associated with it for potentially restoring something I had hardly realized I had been yearning for all along.
Again, thank you, Androtics.