I have another thread where I asked for advice as to what I could wear to a career counselling 1on1 meeting with an older female. I only receieved 1 suggestion, and I was a little gunshy so I just went with 1 drop A314, 2 shine, and 1 spray of honesty, and openness. I didnt feel even slightly different at all other than the fact that I felt awkward because I had sprayed all this just 5 minutes before going into an 8 x 8 office with closed door and windows, I basically stank lol. 
Like I said, I felt no different, and the counseller who I have met acted the same. There was to my surprise like 10 young attractive females walking around the place, and the receptionist was s VERY sexy brunnette in her early 20’s, just my type!!! 9/10. 
After my meeting I went to the washroom, and noticed there was no paper towels left, so I went to the front desk and called the female who’s back was turned to me, at which point she turned around and I got my first glance at how incredibly hot she was. Stunned, I managed to mutter out that there was no paper towels left, she thanks me and I headed to the 2nd washroom to wash my hands. After I came out of the washroom the second receptionist, and older and unattractive female, who works behind the same desk gave me a quick glane and I couldnt help but suspect that the way she looked at me was because they had spoke a few words about me while I was washing my hands. However, most likely it was just me hoping the hottie had said something about me to her. Unlikely.
I went outside to call a cab, and for some ungodly reason there was not a single cab phone-line that was possible to get through to. I sat on hold for at least 15 minutes. After that I gave up and went inside to ask the hottie if she knew any phone numbers for cabs, at which point she asked me if I would like her to call me a cab, and proceeded to look for a # before I even really said sure. “592-2222!!!” (fake number) chimed in a happy-go-lucky mentally handicapped asian male of about 20 years young. “Your so clever, Billy” she remarked, and then ended up with the same results as I did, busy busy busy.. She hung up and at one point grabbed a folder and started fanning herself, proclaiming “Wooo its hot in here!”, meanwhile I’m thinking (yes, but only because you’re in the room!). But the truth is, the room temperature didn’t seem that hot to me at all. I just brushed this off though because although it wasn’t hot to me, it wasn’t exactly cool either.
Next, she came around from behind the desk, sort of leaned towards and around me to grab a card or something off the desk. And then went to sit down on a couch that was on my side of the desk (the ‘waiting room’), to use the patient phone to continue trying to call me a cab. I didn’t try to stop her, I was basically just watching all of this happen and trying not to drool on her. She ended up not getting through again, and opened up the phonebook that was on the table to her left beside the phone, to search for more numbers. “917-0322!!!” the handicapped boy excitedly shouted again (I think he may have had a crush on her as well). Not surprisingly, no luck with this number either. She continued to try calling numbers for about 10 minutes, until finally she got through to one only to find out there would be a waiting time of 45 minutes, and although I was grateful for her help there was no way I was going to stand around for 45 minutes. I shook my head, as she motioned silently to me, mouthing the words ‘45 minutes? yes? no?’. She hung up. And then she got up, started back towards her desk and then said, “hey Billy, wanna try calling and waiting on hold? maybe just for 5 minutes or so?”.. “SURE!”.. Why you clever little fox, you - I thought to myself.
I excused myself to go and make some calls regarding finding a ride. 5 minutes later as I’m chatting to one of my buddies, I hear from inside. “Taxi coming! Coming to 2389 Oak road!!” (fake address), and I go in to politely thank him. I was still on the phone so I went out of the waiting room to finish the call. The cab then showed up before I got off the phone, so I never got the chance to go back in and say thanks, or bye, to the extremely sexy receptionist.
I will be continuing to go back there for 1on1 meetings with the counseller either once a week, or maybe every 2 weeks. So I know it won’t be the last time I see her, which excites me even though I know I will most likely become speechless as soon as I get a glimpse of her. 
Well… that’s my story and I’m stickin to it! Being the skeptic that I am, especially considering I had no personal effects from the sprays, I have just been telling myself it was all just a normal day with a foxy receptionist who goes over and above to help people out.
I have a driving test in the afternoon today (Friday) and some suggestions would be nice, my goal is to PASS!!
On a side note, I went to the bookstore today and picked up ‘The Game’ by Neil Strauss 
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