Tonight was off the charts. After a week of being penniless and having to basically reclaim my life, I needed a break.
3 sprays Instant Shine 2x, all to neck
2 sprays Instant Sexiness B (1 split at wrists, 1 to neck)
1 spray Instant Female Magic to neck
2 sprays P79 (1 to hair, 1 to back of neck) 25 mcg
Everything on, I felt very focused, and almost like it was my duty to dance. I was doing it to save the world. Instant Female Magic softened the feeling a bit, to more of a “it’ll happen in it’s own time.”
The girls and I were going to our usual dance place, but this time we took a bunch of the foreign exchange students (all over 21, and dying to get off campus). I expected there would be this mob of guys screaming, “A pack of hot Asian chicks! YES!”
And I was right 
But these girls are saucy minxes and can take care of themselves. And to tell truth, I felt like a saucy minx myself, and figured that the guys pulled our way would catch sight of me in the group.
I danced with several guys. One, a Colts fan in a Manning jersey (woohoo!). The second was a Bears fan who ASKED me to dance (automatic yes), and proceeded to be incredible fun, with spins and whatnot. He looked like Viggo Mortensen. I was in love.
Note to guys: Be able to dance alone! It’s hot! So many men refuse to dance without a woman, but then you lose the chance of actually joining a group of girls and have INNOCENT fun with all of them. This one boy who danced with my friend all night met us by jumping in our circle and pretending to do ballet. It was hysterical.
And I actually got to dance with the Indian guy I had been eyeing for a while! We talked about Bollywood movies and Shah Ruhk Khan and it was lovely.
BUT. THE BEST HIT EVER FOR ME:
A man in a white shirt asked to dance with me towards the beginning of the night. The pheromones hadn’t hit him yet, and he said, “You’re very pretty, you know.” I’m saying this now, because what he said later makes it funny.
We talked a bit about what each of us does, normal conversation, and every now and then he kissed my hand (Instant Sexiness on each wrist!) and every now and then he would kiss my cheek if he liked something I said, and was quite close to my neck and hair.
After a couple minutes of silence he looked at me and said, “You’re f’ing GORGEOUS. Seriously, I’m stunned.”
I knew instantly it was the pheromones. Going from “very pretty” to “f’ing gorgeous” in five minutes is quite an accomplishment. I am not f’ing gorgeous, by the way.
Lovely, lovely, fun night. The foreign exchange students met a couple from their own country and are having an early breakfast with them right now, and each of my friends had several dance partners. Yay!
OH: And prime example of threads about physical attraction and what character and manners do.
A man I noticed and thought was very attractive had a fedora on and a white scarf. My friends and I went gaga. So I went over and complimented him on it, and he looked at me with disdain, thanked me (at least) and walked away. Instant zero. The least you can do when someone compliments you is be kind. Please.
Example of opposite: A man was wearing a Superman t-shirt underneath an oxford shirt. I said, “You are not wearing a Superman shirt. That’s awesome!” And he high-fived me. He didn’t dance with me or talk to me beyond that, but at the same time it was a moment and made us both feel really good.
I cannot cannot cannot wait for my TAH and Instant Honesty to come in. Too excited to start testing those.
So yes, that was my night. Happy night! Wore my dancing shoes out. I’m wide awake, and just had to write about it… my pheromone supply is getting very very low, and with no opportunity for a while yet to resupply, testing will probably be at a stand still. I’m so glad this night was as succesful as it was.
