Hey everyone! Just got my account to the forums, which I’ve been reading quite regularly lately after stumbling upon them by chance. The sincerity of the post(er)s made me place my first order. I just couldn’t believe this whole thing could be made up by some marketing department or what have you. Whilst writing this my doorbell rang and my A314 (2nd order already - this might turn into one hell of a hobby) was delivered btw hehe.
Anyhow, I’m a 36 y/o (single) guy from Holland. I count myself to the lucky few who pretty much have it all: a decent brain, fairly well developed social skills, better than moderate looks, raised by loving parents, nothing to complain about really. Now whether it’s just my psyche or something that happens to more people in my situation I don’t know (I think the latter tbh cos I’ve seen it plenty before), but I’ve made damn sure in the past that the troubles I never had to begin with, I created myself. And with great success. So much so that I’m having a hard time reinventing myself as the cool suave social guy that I once was, or wanted to be.
Point being: my self respect or image isn’t what I’d like. I find myself constantly thinking other people are better, more this or more that, I’m not worthy, women are out of my league etc. Sad thing about it is that it’s a self-forfilling prophecy; as soon as I deem myself unworthy, I become unworthy. And that’s where I can use some help. Enter pheromones.
So, I got carried away for my first order: 2x shine, 1 honesty, 1 openness, 1 ammo, and of course I couldn’t resist getting tuth. Wore shine (2), openness (1) and ammo (2 or 1, not sure) to a beach party this weekend. Something happened that really made me wonder. I felt pretty confident to start with, which was great in itself. Had a good time at the party, talked to many people (more than I would usually I think), so it was all good. Could’ve been just my night or something, but I did feel exceptionally solid.
At some point I was sitting down to skin up, and some girl sat down next to me. She was stone drunk, and she was staring at me. I was busy rolling anyway, she was pretty, so we made some smalltalk. Very small really as it was more of a monologue; I could barely understand what she was saying on account of her drunkenness. However, the freaky thing was: she just kept staring at me for a good 10 minutes, never taking her eyes off. I know of alcohol and what it does to inhibitions, but seriously, I’ve never seen anyone do this. She had no qualms, shame or second thoughts about just blatantly staring at me from half a meter away. After a while she said: “you must be a very sweet guy” and continued staring.
Is this what you’d call a DIHL? And if so, what happens to these people? What’s going on in their minds? Frankly I’ve never seen anything like it, and I have more than normal experience with going out.
Right, wall of text and all so I’ll leave it here for now. You’ll be hearing more of me I’m sure, so might as well put me on ignore now ![]()