Data4's Journal

Field Reports & Anecdotal Experience Men's Journals
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I took a break from the single product testing, because I was going to be going into a situation where I needed a known and reliable mix. I went for a respect-heavy A314 based combo that included a -none kick and some Instant Honesty.

Today, the Machinists Union at Boeing had a vote on whether or not we were willing to strike this fall if we were given a shitty contract offer. We met at the Key Arena here in Seattle, former home of the Oklahoma-bound, piece of shit former Seattle SuperSonics, in the shadow of the Space Needle. I was late. At least, later than expected. Spent 4 hours in my car driving up and trying to find a place to park. I decided to take my gas sipper today, since I’d be driving further than usual, and boy was I regretting that! No A/C, and it was HOT!

When I got there and saw the tens of thousands of people in their blue union t-shirts, one thing became blatantly obvious to me, and it took some of the edge off of my smoldering road rage: We’ve got some FINE looking ladies building them there airplanes. Pardon me while I descend into testosterone-laden chodedom for a moment, but the asses swinging left-right-left walking up and down the sidewalks damned near brought a tear to my eye.

So I went to the polling place, cast my vote, and then hooked up with some people I knew for a couple of beers. Interactions were great! Had a few IOIs from some ladies who I might end up working with if I get transferred. Did a lot of chit-chatting, but I didn’t get any numbers. I could have, but it somehow felt inappropriate. I’m kicking myself for it now. Before I left, I decided to grab a Frap from Starbuck’s, and the barista was this real cute brunette, 22, who was a college student. She was asking me about how it was like working at Boeing, and she was curious about what we were doing today. We talked for about 5 minutes because the place was super busy, but it was a dense 5 minutes. I probably could have gone the number route there, too, but once again, I didn’t. I really need to work on my own LMR a little. I kept making excuses-- she lives in Seattle, I live 50 miles away, it would be impractical, etc., etc.

Even still, the day was fun, and I got home exhausted. I crashed on my bed and slept a good 4.5 hours. It’ll be back to the ol’ grind tomorrow, but road rage aside, today was a nice day and a nice diversion from the same old same old.

-D4

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Kids, don’t try this at home. :wink:

So I was gathering all my empty to-go bottles that have been accumulating in my bathroom drawer so I could boil them and remove the labels to have fresh, clean mix bottles, when lo and behold, I found my old Instant Jerk to-go. It was empty, but looking over my ingredients, I hatched a plan.

Combining forces in the universe that should never be intertwined, I crafted what I lovingly refer to as “Forget Jerk. This is Instant Asshole with a Twist of Lemon”. Well, maybe not, but it sounds good, although there is no lemon in it, unless that’s one of the notes in Issey Miyake Intense.

This one is pure kit-bash. No scientific measuring nonsense involved. A little of this, a little of that, and presto! I’ll give approximates.

About 20 drops of Dirty
About 1/6th a to-go bottle of NPA
Filled the rest of the way with Issey.

It’s basically a bitch-slapped, tuned up version of Instant Jerk, minus the neroli. Despite the fact that there is more cologne in it than anything else, it’s merely for diffusion. This stuff smells POTENT. It’s like Issey Miyake himself got a sex change operation, complete with the ability to reproduce and then gave birth to his own version of Paris Hilton who decided to go to Tokyo University one weekend and see how many future salarymen she could fuck, and then spent all day Monday recovering in a sauna without taking a shower.

The Instant Jerk label has a definition of Jerk that reads “Rough, uncivilized, and rude; someone who might kick a puppy and like it.” The new, revised version now reads “the guy that fucked your sister while simultaneously punting a whole litter of Scottish Folds; someone who’d walk into your support group and make every single one of you cry, while maniacally laughing his ass off. I am Jack’s complete lack of a sense of decency and morality”

Planning on wearing it to work tomorrow. HA!

-D4

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Sounds like something the Joker would wear. Hah, sounds interesting.

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Yeah, I named it right. I was a pure asshole at work. LOL Thankfully I left early, but I’m kinda bummed that I wasn’t able to take advantage of the evening. Ah well.

Oh, on another note, the F-22 Raptor is one bad ass mother of a plane. Got to see two of them do a fancy takeoff from Boeing Field today. At about 50 feet above the runway, they turned 90 degrees straight up and went ballistic. Just… disappeared. Gave me goosebumps.

-D4

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yeah, one of my friends who’s a pilot in the air force said that plane is just bad ass. A bit disappointed that they aren’t ordering more.
I really want to see one fly around or in action. Gawd… just too awesome.

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Yeah, we build the wings and aft section of it, so there’s all sorts of videos and stuff we’ve got playing on screens. But to see it leap off the runway with full burners and immediately go vertical and disappear into the blue was something else altogether. I’ll be going to the airshow tomorrow and hopefully they’ll do the full routine with cobras, tail stands, flat spins, backflips and all the other cool things it can do.

I think the best summation of that plane’s capabilities came from one of the guys I work with when we were watching a video from the Farnborough airshow. He said “It’s like someone forgot to tell that pilot what a plane’s not supposed to be able to do.” :smiley:

Here’s a video that’ll blow anyone’s socks off, if you’re interested in this sort of thing: YouTube - F-22 Supermanouverability

-D4

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Truly badass Data4,

The other day you thaked me for my service and i appreciate it. I must now thank you for your service. We all contribute to america and the blessings it provides us in our own special way. US Air Force pilots would not have anything to fly if men like yourself didnt work hard to build the jets. or in my case i wouldnt have anything to work on. so once again man…badass that you get to deal with the raptor…i will end this on a quote from a discovery channel doc i saw sometime ago…

“The F-22 Raptor is the most advanced combat aviation wepon ever concieved…mass production of its kind will, without a doubt, secure the United States of America’s already proven air dominance for decades.”

P.S. Im do maitenance on the A-10, diffrent type aircraft..but its pretty badass too.

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Oh, I totally love the 'Hog. I’m so glad we didn’t retire it when there was talk of doing so. It’s too good at what it does to just scrap. One of my co-workers has a friend that used to do what you’re doing now. He’s got great stories. :slight_smile:

So, last night I left my house aimless. I was getting stir crazy, feeling a bit cocky, and just decided to go out and let my whims carry me. Somehow, I ended up at a friend’s house and we both headed over to the casino due to a weird craving for Thai. It was about midnight, and the only place open was the Asian restaurant in the casino. Fortunately, the food there is top notch, so off we went. I brought my Instant Asshole concoction with me just in case, but I’d started the night pheromone-free. Just a little Issey Miyake.

We got there, and the place was packed, so we ended up parking way in the back of the lot. I figured there was time to apply and let the breeze and our trek to the door take the initial edge off the spray, so I applied one to each side of my neck and and one shared on the wrists. He knows about my pheromones, but declined my offer of some of my potion. It’s probably a good thing, because his personality wouldn’t match the signature of high levels of copulins and -none.

We got there and casually made our way to the restaurant. Having someone else with me usually ups my bravery quotient a little, so I made a point to smile and make eyecontact with every girl I passed. Most were pretty reciprocal, but I didn’t stop to chat with anyone. While I could have had some fun with a little socializing, my friend was mainly there for the food. Since he was driving, I had to pace myself to his intentions, so I wasn’t able to let loose as much as I wanted.

We got our food, and I finished mine before him, so I decided to go upstairs to the nightclub to see if my former stripper friend was working. This was my first time going up there, so I was curious. It was… interesting. Again, if I had more time, I could have made something of it, but… Ah well. When I walked through the door, I surveyed the place. Stage with band immediately to my right, packed dancefloor, and booths lining the walls. bar near the back, but not attached to a wall, so it was a wrap-around. I noticed a booth of girls immediately to my left, and they were all looking at me. The air in the place was blowing from my right, so no doubt they were getting healthy amounts of 'mone sillage. I even noticed one or two of them were checking me out, which pretty much sealed my decision to go up there again when I was master of my own schedule. Unfortunately, I was basically on a mission to find Malinda, and when I didn’t see her, I went back down and met up with my friend. We went over to one of the downstairs bars, ordered a beer, and sat at the bar to drink, smoke, and basically just chill out. Soon after, we left.

So basically, there’s not a lot to report, but I did learn a thing or two from this. Number one, get my ass up to the nightclub when I’m driving myself! So many opportunities there that I couldn’t pursue. I could have gotten a number or two, maybe, but… I dunno. Still got that nervous streak in me that I need to deal with. Number two, for some reason, wearing all black in a dark night club environment has the effect of making you stand out. I like wearing black because it has a slimming effect on me, and not because I’m goth or anything like that. Maybe people thought I was security, or maybe combined with the pheromones, I was giving off some sort of mysterious vibe. I’ll have to play with that next time.

So, that’s it for now. Oh, and after reading Saifz posts about the Mode One technique of unapologetic honesty when approaching women, I got a hold of the Hardcore e-book by the same author, and am reading it. I’ve got an idea or two on what to do with this information. :wink: Hehe…

-D4

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Well, I got my transfer notice. The good news is that I’m not in danger of getting laid off. The bad news is that I’ll be working in a totally new environment, doing things I haven’t the slightest idea how to do (though will be getting OJT) and basically learning my place in the hierarchy. Change sucks.

The good-within-the-bad is that I’ll have a totally new environment in which to play with pheros. I’m not going to fuck around at first. Straight up A314 and Instant Honesty for the first week or two. Gonna hit them good and hard with a tried and true combo, then I’ll be ready to start mixing it up.

Oh and I’ll be having a heart to heart talk with Sarah tomorrow. Sometimes, it takes a kick in the ass to make you realize that dragging your feet only leads to dirty shoes.

-D4

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Um… So… I got her phone number. Yay…?

-D4

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Well, it sure beats not getting her phone number. Good luck with the transfer, data!

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Well, if any of you read my thread in the Ladies forum, you’ll see that I’ve got a little personal crisis of the heart. Yeah, I talked to Sarah the other day, and I managed to get her phone number, but it didn’t go like I wanted. It was kind of a “Oh, by the way…” thing and not the most graceful move I’ve ever done. Hence my uneasy “Yay…?” above.

Tomorrow, I’m going to drop all the pretense and get real with Sarah. This will be the last time I see her, unless we get together outside of the context of work, and if I don’t make my feelings known, I’m going to be kicking myself nonstop. I hate thinking about what might have been. I did too damn much of that when I got divorced.

So, now I’m bringing the pheromone variable into the equation. I’m thinking Instant Shine and Instant Honesty. Lots of Instant Honesty. I considered A314, but I think that might throw up a barrier of some sort. I don’t think anything sexual would add to this, as I’m not trying to seduce her at this point. So that means no TUTH, and most certainly NO copulins.

Without taking into consideration what pheromones I currently have, does anyone have any suggestions on what might help in this situation? It’s not my intention to exclude or discount anyone’s advice, but I’d particularly like to hear from the more experienced and advanced users among ye.

Thanks in advance!

-D4

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Today’s the day, and I’ve decided on a moderate IG / heavy IH combo with an IShine flourish.

Once more into the breach!

-D4

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that sounds like a good combo Data. Maybe a little Instant Openness to get the conversation going?

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Sorry I couldn’t come through with any suggestions, but that’s probably what I would have worn anyways. :smiley: Good luck, but you won’t need it Romeo. :wink:

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Did it. Went well. She didn’t run away screaming. Even recorded the conversation, with the intention of getting critique from the ladies. Check my thread in their forum.

-D4

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I listened to it and you sound like an intelligent, honest person. I think you should trust in your own judgement.

Can I ask a personal question, though? You live with your ex-wife. Why did you divorce her? Obviously at one time you were attracted to her, and then you felt you weren’t. Was it due to a misunderstanding, differences that couldn’t be reconciled, or perhaps due to a perception you had about what marriage would be like (or perhaps all of these are true)?

You don’t actually have to answer this to me, or anyone else, but it is just something to think about. Perhaps not now, but some time in the future. You need to be able to think about that without trying to judge yourself or others too much- without anger, bitterness, or negative feelings, so that’s why I said it might not be the best thing at the moment, but it might be in the future.

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She was the one who wanted the divorce. I still live with her for a couple of reasons, one of which is a bit selfish. This year at work is a contract year with our union, and it’s looking like we may strike. It could be a couple of weeks, or it could be a couple of months. I wanted to wait it out, because it’s easier to save for half the bills than to get into my own place with 100% financial responsibility, only to get into a work stoppage situation.

I also felt sorry for her, in that being deaf, she’s on SSI/Disability, and would have a hard time coping with the bills by herself. She’s working with a vocational rehab person who helps to find jobs for people with disabilities, and just recently she was able to get two part time jobs. This will make it easier for us to part ways, probably by new year’s.

We do still care for eachother, but it’s no longer a romantic thing. Yes, I’ve bragged about having sex with her recently, but that’s come to an end. I rationalized it away as two people giving in to their physical needs with no fear of performance anxiety and all that stuff, but I can’t let that continue. If I’m to get on with my romantic life, I’ve got to cut ties, and it’s something I’m working on.

Right now, we’re just in an arrangement of convenience, and we’re slowly becoming just roommates. I’m fine with that, and I wish her the best. The only thing I’m worried about is becoming codependant. For this reason, I’m purposely trying to avoid all but the most mundane, neutral contact with her as we cohabitate.

-D4

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Thank you for sharing that information, it makes more sense now.

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Wow… I am stoned.

This doesn’t have anything to do with pheromones, and I almost put it on my myspace blog instead, but you guys are so much more interesting than the few who are likely to read my myspace.

So while all these matters of the heart have been going on, I’ve had a matter of the tooth that’s been bugging me since Wednesday. I broke the tooth last year, but it wasn’t bad enough to expose a nerve or anything. Well, evidently, when it broke, it also cracked the part that remained. I was eating some nuts Wednesday when I bit down at just the right angle on that tooth and YEEEOOOWWWCH! Hurt like hell. I took a handful of ibuprofen (about 6) and a couple extra strength Tylenol and went to bed. The next morning, it was a dull ache that I could control with the same dose of stuff. By Friday, it was hellacious pain. So… yeah, have a little sympathy, those of you who listened to my convo with Sarah. I was experiencing an 11 on a 1 to 10 pain scale. I had some leftover Vicodin from when I first went to the hospital in early May for my hernias, and that helped a little bit.

Saturday morning, I was crying. Yeah, grown, burly, somewhat alpha guy sobbing like a baby. The pain was the most intense I have ever felt in my life. I had my ex drive me up to the emergency weekend clinic operated by my healthcare group and got prescribed some antibiotics and Darvocet. I also got a shot in the butt, and I took it so gleefully, it was ridiculous. I mean, who actually likes getting a needle stuck in their ass? This time, I told the nurse “Give it to me like you hate me.” She laughed. Within 20 minutes, I was in sweet, pain-free bliss. I think she gave me Toradol.

And now… with the Darvocet… Wow. The room’s spinning and I feel like a mixture of half-congealed jello and liquefied helium. Weeeeee!

-D4