Hi everyone, my name is Jordan. I’m 23 years old and I live in north Texas. I work for a major shipping company as a customer counter clerk, helping people pick up missed deliveries and ship pre-packed parcels. Being that I live in a college town, I do tend to see a healthy share of good looking girls around my age demographic; unfortunately, I’m somewhat of a small-framed guy (5’7", 115lbs), and not only does this hamper my self-esteem, it also turns a lot of girls off who want some big, 250lb hamburger-snarfing rugby-playing beefcake. Admittedly, I wouldn’t be the type to sway THOSE particular girls, but I must gloat that I have had my share of good-looking girlfriends since high school. The ability is there, it’s just been lost in various emotional breakdowns, a result of me being too nice and trusting of a guy, as well as a bit of a marshmallow on the inside.
I first started reading about pheromones when I was in high school; Largely, everything I read about looked like a hoax to con people out of 50 bucks. More than likely most of them were, as pheromones weren’t quite as mainstream 7 or 8 years ago as they seem to be now. I was trying to find a crutch for my shy, quiet nature. Believe it or not, the best cure for this was lots and lots of sexual experience. I became a bit of a sex addict after my first long-term relationship, therefore placing “sliding in” on the back burner and “getting some” on the front. This did good and bad things for me; For one, it lowered my inhibitions talking to new people, as I wanted to establish new prospects, both male and female (if you hang out with dudes a couple years younger, you are bound to meet their hot female friends!). For another, it took away a good part of the shyness that held me back throughout my high school career, as I was no longer worried about what I was and wasn’t capable of in and out of bed. I had a few more relationships between graduation and 2006, nothing really long-standing, but all of the girls I was with were bombshells. I’m not trying to toot my own horn here, I’m just saying… the game is there, I just gotta figure out how to play it.
Cut to 2007. I hook up with a girl my age that I’ve been friends with since high school at a halloween party, hosted by me and my roommates. Coincidentally, she had just broken up with her boyfriend the same night, whom happened to be one of my buds; their relationship was rather chaotic for the last 6 months, breaking up numerous times as well as him kicking her out of his house. Understandably, I took a lot of flak from my friends as well as her ex for “stealing” someone’s girl, although she was single at the time. I know I screwed up by not giving it time, but my lease was almost up, I was struggling with the possibility of having to move back home with my parents and, subsequently, having no place for me and her to shag uninhibited. I ended up signing a year lease at a new apartment with one of my old roomies a week later.
Amazing and copious sex nonwithstanding, I cared a lot about this girl, so I let everyone’s hate remarks bounce off me. I had cared about her for a long time and watched silently while she dated every asshole in the phone book with little or no success. I was the model perfect boyfriend; Woke her up with massages (and lovin’) and cooked her breakfast, took her out to HER choices of venue, was always a good listener and gave positive feedback, never belittled, insulted or hit her among other things a good man does for his woman; I ALWAYS let her do her own thing whenever she wanted, never blew up her phone while she was away at parties to accuse her of trying to cheat on me or anything like that (though it turns out I should have). Most notably, I was definitely the giver of the relationship when it came to intimacy. My philosophy was, she should get off at least one more time than myself, sort of my way of one-upping her sexual experience. I even visited her 3-4 times a week, even when I had no money for gas and had to walk, when she went to jail for a month for DWI (This should have been a red flag). In fact, the only thing I DIDN’T do for her was give her a free ride, simply because I was without a job for a few months and sustained by selling off valuables I didn’t use or couldn’t afford to keep.
Cut to last June. A month before, she had signed the lease contract with me after my original roommate vacated following a disagreement we had, coincidentally over whether or not this girl had cheated on me (I defended her fidelity to the very last word, though I found out far too late that she HAD cheated on me, more than once, within the first month of the relationship and had refused to tell me as she had no place else to stay). The first day of June I paid her half of the rent as she had yet to find a job, citing her DWI on record as the reason (not only did it fail to make it on her record due to the police misspelling her first name, but she never made any follow-up calls to the places she applied). She sat me down that same night and explained that her feelings for me had changed, and we could no longer be together. I didn’t take it too well, being so sudden and unexplained, but I settled for moping in my room for a while.
She ended up coming in a few minutes later acting rather strange and guarded, then she finally came out and told me she had cheated on me. I took that part rather well too – that is, until she refused to tell me who it had been with. At that point I flipped a gasket, overreacted, and put myself at risk with my behavior that night. I say myself because I had no intention of hurting her, or any other woman, at any point during the night, despite beng inherently angry at her bad (and primarily alcohol-abuse-fueled) decision-making. Said behavior was detrimental to my image in the long run, as I posted a long-winded story about 2 months later in, a vain effort to put it all behind me, about how she had completely and totally screwed me over; telling the whole truth from beginning to end including my weak, self-destructive moment of despration. Everything in the story was 100% true to drive the point home: All I wanted from her in the first place was the truth. It was the ONLY rule I had established for our entire relationship other than the obvious, unspoken one: NO CHEATING!
Long story short, she bailed for good the next morning, still owing me several hundred dollars in rent and utilities, and I found out a week later while on a sales trip in Wisconsin that she had slept with a now-former-friend of mine whom is a little bit more financially stable than myself, having gotten his 4 year degree in 3 years due to excessive uppers drug habits combined with obsessive-compulsive studying, as well as a comfy sales manager job at a reputable pharmaceutical company (it’s no coincidence that he also sold prescription pills to friends as supplemental income - yes, a drug dealer). He is also about twice my weight and height. They are now in a “relationship” of seven months, and after her having lost a promising full-time job due to drunkenly stealing his truck and running off at 2am with a male co-worker (they both failed to show up the next morning), as well as getting him to pay for a semester of college classes for her and subsequently dropping them all, she now lives with him free of charge, while he has had to add a second roommate to his lease to keep up with payments. She’s quite the pathological liar and sociopath, and one would say he did me a bit of a favor.
All this boils down to one thing; this vicious, man-eating girl pretty much utterly destroyed any and all confidence I have in myself. I no longer feel relaxed and approachable when I go to parties, moreso guarded, pessimistic and assumptive that every girl there is just looking for a sugar daddy or a big bulky SOB to throw her around the bedroom a little. I tried to shrug it off at a few parties and just get to know new people, but failure after failure to make a serious connection with any girl broke me down further and further. Furthermore, lack of a sex life has driven me to the brink of insanity; I’ve gone from having sex as many as 3-5 times a day, to FLAT ZERO, in zero seconds flat, and it’s been that way since June. I did hook up with one girl a few months ago I used to talk to last year that pretty much phoned me for a booty call, but the sex was so horrible and unrewarding that I literally wouldn’t even count it in my book. I may as well have been screwing a terrified, mentally retarded dog. That didn’t help my case much, either.
Believe it or not, I am actually getting somewhere with this whole sob story. I actually found this forum, you guessed it, by searching “Gilroy Ocean’s Thirteen” in google after reading an article about Dr. Amend’s Pheromone Advantage. I quickly discovered that there is of course no such thing as a super-pheromone that explosively melts women’s panties and inhibitions. That’s my job 
Instead, I found out a little more than I used to know about how pheromones are used, why they are used, and most importantly, what makes the good ones work and how. I haven’t totally scoured this forum for all of its useful information as of yet, but from what I have read there is a lot of helpful pointers floating around as well as good advice on the right products for specific social encounters. I already feel right at home here as everyone generally has the same goal as me. I want to make it easier on myself to meet new people, as well as make myself irresistable to the ladies. Granted, there is no end-all be-all pheromone to make all my woes disappear, but I am aware that using the right product under the right circumstances could grant me a strategic advantage over my smooth-talking, taller and better-built friends.
I’d like to hear from you guys on what the best course of action woud be for me. I’m very interested in the gift certificate offer outlined by Miss Tisha, as I wanted to get started trying out pheromones but I’m still just about as broke as I was six months ago; having had to pay 2 full months rent back to back as a result of trouble finding a solid roommate. That’s over 70% of my monthly income 
I didn’t make this post long-winded just to try to get a fatter gift certificate, I just tend to be thorough and complete with my thoughts, in an effort to answer all questions about myself before they are asked.
Anyhow, thanks for reading, and I’m looking forward to hearing from you all as well as talking business! The business of love at first sight, that is 
Cheers!
edit I have to add this, having just read a thread regarding different races’ attraction to varied pheromones: I most definitely have a thing for Asian girls, as well as Latinas following my last relationship (yeah, the crappy one). It seems they are on opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of responses to respective chemicals, but if I were to choose one over the other it’d definitely be Asians. I’ve been with several now, and they were all FREAKS!
Awww, just kidding. You know i love ya.