# Avallons Mainstream Phero-Journal **URL:** \ **Category:** Men's Journals\ **Created:** [November 2, 2008, 6:21pm UTC](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/avallons-mainstream-phero-journal/22401 "2008-11-02T18:21:36Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 1\ **Showing post:** 3
**Author:** ![avallonguy](https://sea2.discourse-cdn.com/flex016/user_avatar/pheromonetalk.com/avallonguy/32/915_2.png) [@avallonguy](https://pheromonetalk.com/u/avallonguy)\ **Post date:** [November 4, 2008, 2:04pm UTC](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/avallons-mainstream-phero-journal/22401/3 "2008-11-04T14:04:33Z")
Okay- So I just received my order from Androtics today. 1 FULL Bottle of IFM, One to-go bottle of 2xIS, and (HEL-lo!) one complimentary bottle of 2xIO with a note and a thanks from Amy. Who’s Amy? Anyway, I’d like to thank her and to let her know that going double-strength on a freebie is a great way to keep customers coming back. Seriously. That said, DHL in Poland…egh. I found Androtics by accident, and so far, I’m glad I found them first. My music was listed in a torrent site somewhere and, going to check it I found a banner for another Pheromone product (Pheroline). I looked into it and was interested enough to buy, but did some shopping around first. It was a bit confusing, and I’m not sure how I found the pherotalk board (I think I was reading articles somewhere), but I’m really glad so far I found Androtics first. Great customer service, great board, and I really had mucho faith in the products well before I bought them. I had explained my current situation below, in [this thread](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/hey-there/22254), and have been waiting not-so-patiently for my package to arrive from DHL, after having sat idly in Leipzig, Germany for two days over the weekend, and then encountering further delays once through customs in Poland. In the meantime (yesterday), I decided to start the experiment early with a “control” set of experiences. Since I work at home on the internet or onstage, I have the privelege of escaping certain social rituals for a time if I do-or-say-so. So, for about a week at a time I’ve been watching my girlfriend’s responses to Androstadienone and 'none by, well, literally ‘not bathing’. She’s always liked it that way, for some reason. Most of my girlfriend’s have up to this point. I think they’re enabling me, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, most (MOST) tense moments and breakdowns, I found, could indeed be solved by pulling her into my weeklong shirt and giving her a big, long hug, where she’d bury her head in my armpit and, quite literally, calm down. As I said, most of the time, and if I didn’t keep her there for long enough, the trouble could indeed start up again. 🙂 So yesterday, believe it or not, I made it a day to kind of fuck with her. No, really, I seriously leaned into what David calls the C&F. This is something I don’t use too much with European girls, or my girl in general, because the thick skin of American girls just isn’t there over here so much. Maybe in England. But that’s our father country, so what do you expect? Anyway, I laid on with the C&F in a fairly big way; pretending to be jealous about something and getting her ego riled and then breaking down into riotous laughter, chunking her down and then building her up, poking at insecurities, the works. And since it was her and just after a big fight anyway (she’s been dishing out the punishment and dominance vibes, besides, so it had already been my intention to literally ‘confuse her ego out of the courtroom’) I laid into her until she broke and then later that night made sure she knew what was joke and what was not. I wanted to get a clear picture of what pull I did (and didn’t!) have phero-free, or at least with my natural sig. So the DHL-man finally comes, unfortunately with some help from the girlfriend, because she’s Polish, and they’re Polish, and they can’t find the flat number. So she’s all excited and I am very nearly chomping at the bit when they finally come, but when she asks me to open it I had to disappoint her. The last thing I wanted, aside from having company in opening my precious new package, was for her to ask me what “[Instant Female Magic](https://a314.com/product/instant-female-magic/)” was. She brooded a little and went to the market and me, I decided it was time to start with some fresh 'mones. I took a shower. The entire time, singing Bowie’s “Changes” with the word ‘shower’ instead… “Sh-sh-sh-sh-SHOwer…” She came back from the market before I was finished and poked her head inside the shower. Now, remember, there is this dominance thing that popped up between us recently with her. I’m not sure if it’s pregnancy, old ‘wussiness’ in me coming out to the forefront (thanks David), or just the way Polish women are, but it creates a lot of wierd problems for us. I seep alpha vibes, but they’re more lon wolf-ish than top dog-ish. I can certainly not seem alpha when I deny the lead, but the wolf’s got a strange bite when you try to take the lead yourself. I hate leading and don’t think it’s necessary. Following isn’t in my bloodstream, more or less. So it makes dominance a problem with women that expect that kind of thing. This really is my karma, this type of girl. I like challenges and difficult women anyway, and besides dating within the artist/traveler/wandering gypsy community, I’m the one that tend to get bored with the nice, empathetic, caring and compassionate sweet girls I always dream about and reject. Hm. Go figure there. Anyway, the whole poking her head in the shower thing had a lot to do with plain nosiness. She was going to be tiptoe-ing around me for days, now, curious and adamant to get involved with whatever this stuff was. Of course, with those dominance issues, she’s not quite as open the tables being turned on that one. Before the shower, I decided to carefully peel the labels off of these bottles and replace them with unassuming paper-and-tape tags, each handwritten with the abbreviation of the scent (IO, IFM, et al). I had only gotten a chance to peel two and one remained before the sh-sh-sh-shower, mostly because I couldn’t tell the difference between the two instant to-go bottles if I hadn’t done so. At least, not without a lot of experimentation. 😉 So after the shower, I shave and trim to give the effect that any changes were due to that and then promptly met her in the kitchen for coffee. I’d covered myself in four sprays (and a half, I think) of 1xIFM, 2 shots of 2xIH, and three or four sprays of 2xIS. The latter was an overkill, I think, mainly because I wasn’t sure how the first few sprays came out. The IH came out as a bit of a surprise, in this case while I was looking down the barrel and spraying towards my face. That’s right…so all three of these pheros with one straight shot of 2xIH to the eye. She sat at her computer in the kitchen, and the moment I entered the room the strangest look of confusion filled her face. I mean true confusion. Not disgust, not good, not bad, just…confusion. She seemed like she felt uncomfortable. I made it a point to get close a few times to throw something away, thank her for helping with the package, and so forth and the other. But it was amazing…she dociled out. She really did; and it was obvious that she wasn’t quite sure how to react to it. I was unsure, too. Usually, testing begins here. But it didn’t. I couldn’t explain her reaction if I tried, but the bottle should have been named “Instant Whatthe$&@%isdifferentaboutthissituation?” – at least that way, I probably wouldn’t have had to peel the label off the bottle in the first place. So the subject came up again. She’d been kind of prancing around the flat now, seemingly stuck in the “I’m going to figure out what’s different” mode and, in my honest opinion, unsure about how to react to whatever she was reacting to. The subject of the shipment came up again. I had spent the whole time in the shower trying to decide what I would and wouldn’t tell her about my new package and had settled on a half-truth, half-outright-lie. The reason for this is I didn’t want the subject to come up again, and I knew how she worked. If I didn’t kill this “curiosity”, she would be spraying the stuff in the bathroom or even putting it on herself, which I didn’t want quite yet. We’ll leave this ‘edge’ to myself, for now. “Well, it’s hard to explain. I used to get it in the states a lot. It’s uh…special chemicals based on my blood type, sex, body chemistry and so on…actually it’s fined tuned for my body chemistry from tests I did in the states…” (so don’t put it on) “…it doesn’t smell like anything at all, really. Just synthetic chemicals.” (so don’t waste my 'mones) “Uh-_huh_…” she intoned, walking to the bathroom. “It’s kind of a … _cologne_…_accelerant…_” “You mean a _pheromone?_” She asked, picking up that still-labeled bottle of “Instant Shine” and turning it over idly in her fingers, close to her face. “Hormone-based product, yes.” I said seriously. For some reason, I was finding it really difficult to _lie_…perhaps the shot of IHx2 to the face had something to do with that. Who knows. “Really, so what do _you_ know about pheromones and hormones?” I said, technically shifting the conversation topic from what it was to casual jibe and banter. “Nuffing.” She says in her cute Polish accent. Deceptively so, but cute. “I know the word…” “Really, now?” “Yes.” “Well, it was expensive, so please don’t spray it on yourself or spray it in the air to see how it smells,” I said, rather kindly. I couldn’t really believe I’d just come out and said that, but I just did. “How expensive?” She asked. Conversation topic switched; now we’re on to more of delving into my personal business. So that’s that. I’ve been feeling the overdose of the IS and IH. I can’t forget that they’re double concentration. Slight headache, but good feeling. Slightly too good; lost kind of an edge somehow, but whatever it is, the girl is wandering around cleaning house right now of the remains of the several days of fighting we just had. Even planted the flowers I’d bought her before in the empty pot of the ones she destroyed. Seemed signifigant. Very calm, very docile. She seems to be… …checking herself? That’s right, as in saying something slightly disrespectful, or in a disrespectful tone off the bat and then, backtracking and repeating with a changed tone. And it’s not me; like I said I lost my edge somewhere between shower and spray. In a few days, I have a shipment of MX103, 2xTUTH, and another 2xIS coming, and let’s hope the 'nones and 'rones give me some better output; otherwise I might have to take to not showering again for a while. Or at least wait for these chemical compositions to change into manjuice, eventually, in my sweat. For now, though, I’m curious about the legnth of effects of these three. There _was_ a huge, powerful hit at the beginning in the afterspray that even I could feel. At the moment, the one main effect that I’m noticing, besides a slowly increasing good mood, is that I don’t seem to have to watch my energy that much. It’s not being tested as often. I have a new…_synthetic aura?_ Will update later on any more details. Until then, will try to artificially turn-up-the-heat with an extra spray of IFM later tonight. Usually, that’s not a problem with us, but I’m curious about the results of that little test. I don’t know why this is worth mentioning, but I figured that different breed-types (races, as you may call them…however socially understood, the term has always been a bit scientifially confused; human beings _are_ a race due to their ability to partner, mate, and produce successful offspring–ancestral adaptation, climate, migration, and selection has produced many breeds _within_ it) may in fact have different responses to this. It makes perfect sense, considering how we’ve bred in the first place. My girlfriend is Polish, comes from a family that has been mainly in one place for probably 500 years or more. Pretty short in the evolutionary grand scheme of things. However, she bears Asian features that mark her strongly as having a Russian ancestrage of some sort. 29, (Aquarius), Tattoos, Fire Juggler, pregnant, moody, intense. Me, french gypsy grandfather and blackfoot grandmother (God-ho West Virginia), black american mother with roots in the islands. Father’s side is a traveling, music-playing, kid-bearing, heartbreaking family line with crazy stories and wild characters. 30, (Aquarius), folkstar, verbose, relaxed, yet moody. Mostly on the quieter side of moody when I’m alone in my own space. Both of us type O-neg. I would suspect her reaction might be positive to the 'rones, but not the 'nones. This is only based on observation of her breeding pool and her previous selection patterns. While she’s got an attraction, mysteriously, to 'nones, I suspect her response to 'rones might be more stable and contain less of the uncertainty and timidity of her reaction to Androstonone. Just a thought; we’ll see when I get what I get in the next few days. That’s all for now. Long post? --- _[View the full topic](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/avallons-mainstream-phero-journal/22401)._