So Wednesday I had to go over to my local market, which I have mentioned numerous times in previous threads and posts. During the school year they recruit all the hottest girls from the local HS and have them wear these beige pants that just accent all the right parts of their anatomy. These girls are on the cusp of womanhood and while I am certain many of them are sexually active, they are still girls. Here’s the problem with society as a whole today though. We encourage our girls to dress sexually provocative, tiny little cheer leading uniforms, tight jeans, daisy dukes, bikinis, make up all those things that make them desirable to men.
They read magazines like Seventeen which teach them “How to flirt with Guys” (How to Flirt with Guys - Flirting Tips from Guys) and other snazzy titles that get them thinking. While they might not be as open about what they are pushing as Redbook, vanity fair and the others, don’t let it fool you. Sex sells and its BIG money. OK so now you’re wondering why I mention any of this? Pretty simple really: these girls that are reading this are just that -> GIRLS! They are not of “legal consent” (well except maybe in Arkansas or Mississippi) and it is frowned upon for a man to look at them with lust and desire. They are taught very early on to dress and flirt and seduce to get what they want, and when a man acts on it he is the one who goes to prison. A very odd conundrum indeed 
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The God of Autumn with all his splendor has been shinning on this diminutive hamlet of cotton fields far removed from the big city. We sit less than 5000 strong surrounded by acres of rolling farmlands spotted with the white harvest of cotton. The fields of soy have long been removed and plowed under to make good for the winter wheat that shall soon adorn our lands. The lush green will crop and in the mild cold there is comfort from the deep rich green that sprouts forth and brings with it new life.
The temperature has been changing from low 70’s in the morning to 80’s mid afternoon when the sun is closest to the West descending ever so lower as to soon catch the eye as if it were one with the fields far away on the horizon. The pinks, orange, red, pastels the God of Autumn enraptures all his splendor on the blue backing of the sky. His canvas before he settles in for his long winter slumber. The chill coming at night down to the fifties cool enough to keep the windows open, sleeping peacefully.
Wednesday - Hump Day! A day that sits neatly tucked in mid-week. So close to freedom away from the stresses of daily working life, but still removed from the weekend itself. I prepare to head out this night, as I always do on Wednesdays. My girl is bartending and as busy as we are I never quite have the time to see her as much as I would like. Her blue eyes brighten my day and remind me the God of All Things Pink and Squishy indeed loves SteveO. I am infatuated by her infatuation with me. She is the most sought after bartender in all of Memphis, she has every guy after her, but she loves me. Indeed life is good.
There’s no time to cook though. No time to stop clicking the Mac, click, click, click, a reminder why life outside work is so important. Click, click, click the mouse must be clicked, without the clickity click of the mouse there can be no money to go and enjoy. It’s a difficult notion to separate the joys of using pheromones from the trials of working, but it must be done. Where it was once no boundaries, no separation, a calling, a thrill, the clickity click of the mouse reminds me every minute, stop clicking stop the job, stop the pay. Evoking me that when the clicking stops I simply turn away and remember how amazing life is without the stress. Its a killer, it sacks the life out of you so when the clickity click of that cog in a machine stops I become human again.
There is no time to cook tonight, I will pick up my wingman and friend. After years working loyal and dedicated putting in countless hours for the same company they decided they would be better off with paying someone working at half the rate. Loyalty is dead. A year spent unemployed seeking daily, now it is he who with years in his profession works 1/4 the rate.
They expect loyalty, extra hours, dedication, the best, but he simply puts in tiny little efforts, enough to make it seem as if he is working. We all know and we laugh at the ignorance. Their complete inexperience in the human element, their lack of compassion, their drive to fatten their bank accounts, their huge ego will only make the fall more enjoyable for those they indentured to servitude. We plan on sharing a beer and smile with life and friends. There is so much more and this night stress is not permitted.
I put on three drops of A314 Social Bonding Edition (SBE). It’s my favorite of all the A314’s. A tiny drop of hope in a sea of desperation. My value is pronounced already and I am ALPHA. A314 SBE adds all the mystique of A314, but gently projects harmony and care for my fellow man. No aggressiveness, only value based on the aspect of humanity. A mix of all the things I value as a man, but without the separation or ego of a lunatic bent on bending others will to get what they want.
I decide that I will stave off my other more sexual molecules and save those for my lady. I find my solace in her embrace, her blond hair always smells like strawberries, her cheek so soft against mine. Her smile is pure love, unadulterated and openly warm. Those sexual moments are hers.
The market is bustling with those hot young bodies, those young HS girls they hire. It’s not easy being a man, with wants and needs. I can look though, and I do 
. I get myself a rotisserie chicken and some food for the week. They have the best meat around. These lush rolling farmlands, the flood plains of the great Mississippi River, makes for healthy grazing. Whole foods charges triple the price and is an hour away for the meat they get from the neighboring communities that surround my hamlet.
I go to the checkout and there she is. Her beige pants outline her pink and squishy womanhood in all its splendor. I am calm, cool and ALPHA with my chicken. She tells me its very good. I look up into her brown eyes. She melts under my stare and then tells me she knows cause she stole a nibble. I raise my eyes a bit and ask her what I can get in return for her stealing my chicken. She says she has something I can nibble on all I want. The girl packing the bags turns around and looks with big crystal blue eyes. They remind me of my girl and like hers I can get lost in them too. The lady behind me in line clears her throat in more of a gasp. My checkout girl smiles and I hand her my cash and for a prolonged second we hold each others contact. My hand ever so slightly grazes over her palm as I stare intently into her brown eyes. A sly smile, perhaps lust, perhaps knowing that NO it will never happen and this is all a rouse creeps across my face. I turn and walk away leaving my want, my desire, my lust there in her eyes. Walking out the door knowing that the click, click click of the mouse awaits me. Life is precious, a gentle breeze that blows across my cheek as I climb into my car and head back home.
It will be a good night. My friend and I will sit and share our beers, a fine cigar and a good laugh how some will never experience anything other than being a nameless, faceless cog in a machine that goes click, click click. Stay happy my friends 
