I’m 30 and I live in the safest big city in the U.S.
It’s booring as hell!
I wish I was back in LA, riding my bike on San Vincente Blvd. trying to hook a rich chic and become a house husband.
lol welcome mesmer! u got a hole new world of pheros now to spice up ure life! tell us what u want to do and we can suggest some products
Actually I registered because I read about Jasmine’s NLP training.
I have been on a little bit of an ~asf self improvement kick and I want to use NLP for better state control, try some sugesstion, etc.
Then I read about body language and it really meshes well with NLP, it’s subconscious comunication. Then I thought that a little chemical kick would be another way to talk directly to the subconscious.
As a rule, I don’t wear cologne, I just stay clean and wear deodorant.
I don’t want anything with a strong scent.
The more I think about it, I’m going to wait to see what NLP can do for me, then try to enhance my presense with pheromones.
o well gl with that bro. n if u need some phero persuasion, try some ammo or instant shine/openness
Maannn… It totally sounds like you know what you want. House husband? Every guy’s dream.
Then again, wait a sec. Silicon Valley and you’re bored? Sure you won’t be bored vacuuming, cooking, and messing around with toy helicopters all day? 
Your fluency in NLP is only enhanced with phero usage. In fact, phero usage sometimes throws tricky language patterns right out the door, especially f you want to build quick rapport or trust.
It’s a crazy world in here.
Welcome aboard, mesmer!
I do hope you poke around and post more often. I would love to hear more of your stories.
… Especially when you become a Real Househubby of LA County.
Your gift cert s wating for you, babe!
PS - Where along San Vicente did you ride? That’s a LONG street!
I rode from Westwood to the ocean and back.
The return trip was a bitch, up hill all the way.
I should have said trophy husband.
If you like a story, I’ll tell you about that:
It goes back to one time when I was making that return trip. I only had two water bottle cages, no matter how much water I drank before I left, the two bottles were not enough to keep me properly hydrated for the entire trip. So I’m a couple miles from Westwood feeling miserable and crusted over with salty sweat because I’m dehydrated when a certain very rich, fairly good looking heiress (no, not her) gave me a double take. I was probably 40 feet away at the time, too far to see or smell that crust, she was checking me out.
Unfortunatly, I was too wasted and I thought I was too stinky to say hello.
My chance never came again. I heard she got married a while ago.