In general, dancers are not bound to the laws of normal human interaction. A week ago Saturday, I was confronted by a dancer who mistakenly thought I was the person who went on stripclublist.com and said that talking to her was like talking to a wall.
She grilled me up and down and wouldn’t believe that I wasn’t the person who had disparaged her. And yet, while she seemed furious with me, I could tell that she really wanted to take me to the VIP room and prove me wrong.
Since I was in a decidedly evil mood, I got even by taking her former tag team partner (with whom she was feuding) for a spin. As her former partner and I walked into the VIP room, the poor girl started screaming, “Don’t talk about me!”
I screamed back, “No drama in the VIP section!”
Girl bugs me again and I’m going to post that her father was Vern Troyer, thus explaining her little person fetish.
Clary sage is actually one of the oils I’ve used in a few of my own experimental perfume blends. It seems to go well with rosemary and resinous oils like frankincense. There are some colognes that have it but the thing about this oil is that it doesn’t hang around too long, it’s a fairly volatile top note.
Yeah, but it’s a double edged sword. I discovered it while looking for reviews of the local establishments, and have posted a few messages on the comment boards. I call it a double edged sword because, while decent info can be obtained, just like any lightly moderated online free-for-all, some of the boards have their share of drama.
Hey, SyriaBrian, have you gotten brave enough to leave an audio comment? Hehe. I did, just for the hell of it. As far as I know, I’m the only one to do it on the Fox’s board. Sort of an inside joke with Paradise, but AFAIK, she hasn’t heard it yet. I said the exact same thing to her all tongue-in-cheek in the VIP once. Good for a couple of laughs and a “Hmmm… let me think about that” that almost got my hopes up.
Really goofy day today. I wore about 6 sprays of Spaceland on top of 2 sprays of MX102, 2 sprays of 2X IH, and 5 sprays of IShine.
Apparantly, I was a walking ball of hilarity, though the stuff I said that was perceived as funny was delivered with complete dryness and with a straight face. Okay, some of the stuff was pretty amusing to people who work with me, since it was in reference to a fellow co-worker that has quirks everyone knows about. Still, I felt like I was the epitome of David DeAngelo’s Cocky/Funny bit. Mixed in to my quips were little light-hearted insults that no one took seriously and everyone thought was funny.
One lady almost wet herself, she was laughing so hard. Poor thing… I’ve ruined anything Pat Morita ever played in for her. Jokes about Mr. Miyagi from Karate Kid, including a creative use of “Wax on, wax off” and “Up… down… up… down…” are forever etched into her mind in a way that should never ever be done.
I’m gonna go for a repeat tomorrow with the same combo.
Just adding the semi regular “Pheromones don’t work on me!” report of intimacy with the ex. This time around, I applied 2 sprays of TUTH 2X on my wrists about half way home from work.
HOLY CRAP! TUTH the morning after = wakeup sex. Ever had a girl wake you up by licking your nipple? I wish I wasn’t going to work today… it’d be a perfect opportunity to test natural cops, but I have a feeling the women at work would be offended by my currently reeking face. LOL
Left work early… yaddayaddayadda… went to Fox’s… blah blah blah. Got lapdance from Paradise, yaddda(x3), Said, “Mind if I say something really scandalous?” “I LIVE for scandalous! Say it.” “It might change the way you look at me.” “No it won’t, I promise.” “You have no idea how much I’d like to fuck you right here, right now.” “Oh come on, that’s all you were going to say? Pfft!” …pause… (me) “So, your place or mine?” etc… etc…
Oh… and there’s yet another Starbuck’s meetup planned for tomorrow. LOL! I busted her on the last one. She said she’d call me and I told her “Yeah, that’s what you said last time” with an exaggerated pout.
And did I mention her sister is HAWT too? She’s a brunette, 2 years younger than Paradise. Only problem is the girl needs some meat on her bones. She sat on her knees and laid back during her stage show, and I saw ribs. Not cool. Other than that, I have to purge from my mind the sick fantasies of getting them both together at the same time.
I was wearing my 10:1 Dirty baby oil, a couple of shots of TUTH 2X and a couple of shots of MX203. Paradise loved the smell. I might try replacing the diluted Dirty with a drop or three of the real deal. Of course, the meetup isn’t going to happen, but I do have errands to run. I’ll bring some supplies with me, just in case I get her call on the road and will baste myself appropriately.
I wouldn’t watch this space too closely if I were you.
TIP: This is more of an attraction thing than pheromones. Guys, LISTEN to what a girl tells you. Everything, including favorite movies, favorite music, etc. You can use this later to establish rapport. I’ll give you an example, complete with audio. On previous trips to Fox’s, I’d ask Paradise a little about herself, such as the interests I mentioned, and I remembered it. Specifically, the kind of music she likes, which is pretty much the same thing I like. So, here we are in the VIP and before she starts, we were talking about my job, and how she wouldn’t mind working there as a receptionist or something. She then added that the bad thing is, we wouldn’t be able to do this (the lapdances) anymore.
Here’s my response. Pay close attention to where I start naming off bands and her reaction.
Now, in a stripclub, it’s not going to help much. Just makes for good banter while getting laps. However, if you regularly see the same people at your hangouts, this little technique can help to open those attraction doors, build rapport, and provide decent conversation fodder… the better to keep her in your phero cloud.
Oh, and by this time tomorrow, I should have a picture of Paradise, finally. Got a new camera phone today and I commented to her that I want a picture. She said tomorrow when we meet at Starbucks.
I hate my friggin camera phone. Damn thing didn’t want to work right. I took an awesome pic, and it didn’t save. When I tried to get one of us together, I got this:
I blurred me out because the angle was horrible. I looked like I had an innertube around my neck (double chin. Blah). So, yeah, for the curious, there’s a blurry, double-exposed partial shot of Paradise.
The meetup was great. We had lunch and she bought. Always a plus. Hehe…
Huh? No, I wasn’t wearing much -none at all. I’ve discovered Paradise loves MX203, so I was wearing that, along with some of my Dirty baby oil mixture, IShine, IH, and a bit of P83. Everything was great. Nothing even remotely resembling an OD. After Starbuck’s and lunch, we went on to the club, and I hung out for a little while. Lots of little things happened that were fun. Kept joking about a sign at the restaurant we ate at, Taco Del Mar. It said “Choose your meat”, and then beside it, “Try our new Wet Burrito”. Paradise said “If that sign said Wet Taco, that would be hilarious.” I just looked at her and said in a Barry White voice “Oh yeah? Well… choose your meat, baby… you know… you make my burrito wet…”
It was fun. Short, sweet, and let me reiterate, she paid for it.
It’s your picture, data. But let me just say that a lot of us pheromoners would enjoy knowing that a man who looks bad in a picture of himself with a gorgeous young woman can still manage to get a free meal from her.
Eh, well… there will be more photo ops. It’s just that I was looking down at the phone and from that angle, the modest double chin I have looks FRIGGIN’ HUGE. I’m just a wee bit self conscious.
So ante up, my friend. I wanna hear of your Starbuck’s adventures with your pal.
Heck, these days, my sexual magnetism is so diminished, I can’t even get my favorite dancers to make their scheduled appearances. I made such a stink about it the last time my favorite dancer failed to show, I realized I needed to “sit out” a few weeks so as not to appear desperate and needy.
Also, during my last VIP at Paradise Found, my little bottle of NPA fell out of my pocket. Wonder if whoever found it knows what he or she has?
That’s why I leave mine in the car. You can get your hand stamped and go outside to smoke, and it’s then that I refresh if necessary. Nowadays, I apply on the way, and I’m never in the club more than an hour, so refreshing is no longer needed. It’s funny, now that I’m firmly established as Paradise’s customer on the inside, none of the other dancers really do anything for me, except maybe her sister.
