Hello everyone. My name is Brandon. I am a young man nearing 24 years (although I usually call myself old) male residing in Indiana, USA. This state is definitely far from my favourite, but oh well. Personally, I consider myself to be a man of few words, but I think telling you my entire story would be best so that you all know why, when, how I got here and what it is that I hope to accomplish (but of course overall, you know I’m trying to get a woman’s attention). It might be a bit long, but I’ll try to stay on topic. If you find this too much to read, feel free to skip to the 4th paragraph (where I start talking about my job) or the last one pertaining to the pheremones.
Before I begin, maybe I should tell you a bit more about my own history so that everyone can get a better view/angle of where I’m coming from. Going back to the days as a kid in school and an adolescent in middle/high school, I was that typical “computer nerd” you see on TV (think of Steve Urkel from the old American TV show Family Matters). I had thick glasses, click pencils/pens in my shirt pocket, got high scores in math and science, video gaming expert and things of that nature. By nature, I’ve always been an extremely shy person when it came to approaching and/or talking to women. I often found myself getting crushes and called myself falling in love multiple times within a given school year. So there were a huge number of women I wanted to be friends with and beyond, but then as usual, my logic oriented mind would kick in and ask questions like:
- “Are you sure you want to do this?”
- “What if she says no?”
- “What if she just pretends to like you like everyone else and then humilite you in the end?”
- “Brandon, you know she’ll be boerd with your stupid computer hardware and video game talk. Why bother? You’re the most boring man on the planet!”
- “What if she tries to reject you in the most painful and humiliating way possible like the rest of them do?”
- “You know you won’t have anything interesting to say and your sense of humor sucks.”
- “What if she already has a boyfriend? Then asking her out would be complete humiliation.”
Then I’d eventually just give in assuming the worst would happen or say to myself, “She’s just to pretty not to have a boyfriend.” so I’d back down and leave; Ending what possibly could have been the relationship of a lifetime.
The problem didn’t end after high school. It continued on into adulthood (although not as servere). I eventually did start trying a little harder to get a girlfriend, but all I ever got was “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and no again!”. Eventually I looked around on the internet for answers to why women don’t like me. I did read an advertisement for pheremones and thought it was a interesting read, but I didn’t try it due to the skeptism. Further reading led me to conclude that women don’t like “nice guys” like myself because in general they are just too boring. They usually prefer the jerk because he’s funny, more dynamic and appears to be more “manly” than “whimpy”. I knew that I wasn’t very funny or interesting to be around and I didn’t know how to be simply because I didn’t know what to say, and starting an interesting conversation was not something I was good at at all, so I never got much attention at all. The ones I did get attention (they approached me, not vice versa) from were mostly gold diggers that thought I’d be some kind of millionare because of my computer and programming skills, another one was between two men, the rest would just abandon me before we could even go on one lousy date! Nearly all of them wanted to take advantage of my overwhelming kindness as if it were a weakness that could be exploited for anything they wanted. I’ve been double crossed nearly 20 times already and as a result, I swore off women altogether because in the end I would always get my heart crushed further from little shards of glass to tiny particles light as sand, then they were just blown away in the wind by the last girl. For a long time I continued to say no to women and walked around with a heart of solid lead with a heavy pad lock that had no key to it. Overall, I was just downright mean about the whole woman thing. I didn’t call myself hating women, but I just hated hearing about all the stories similar to mine from other duped men that tried to be nothing but good boyfriends/husbands like myself, only to be double crossed in the end. I eventually fueled on the rage talking to co-workers about my negative experiences and sharing opinions online. The more negative things I said about women because of my unrelenting anger, the more I realized that I really did begin to hate women.
About my job, it’s a small plant where we make chemicals usually used in cars, or household cleaning/maintenance materials with about 20 production lines. I’m usually on line #1. The line leader’s name is Raylene and her daughter Ashley works on the same line. They are a real pleasure to work with and they really lighten up my day unless they are in a bad mood for some reason. There are some really nice people working there. There’s a guy there named Joel (on line #3), and he cracks me up because his overwhelming goofyness is beyond hillarious! 
Ok, back on topic (sorry), lol. Most people that get hired there usually go through a temporary employment service. That’s how I got hired into the company. A few months after I was hired into the company, some new temp workers had started their first few days. Most of them I never really noticed, but there was one girl that was among the group that stood out and became forever etched into my mind. She didn’t appear to talk much at all, but it was her lovely reddish orange hair that initially got my attention, but in my opinion, even though she doesn’t look exactly like a celebrity, her geougeous looks were completely unique and unlike anything I’ve seen before (well, actually I did know one girl from high school that looked somewhat similar to her). Honestly, I never looked at her boobs, butt, or even wonder how she looked naked because quite frankly, I’m not a pervert! I even didn’t know her name at the time and tbh, I didn’t care. I had already sworn off women due to my previous bad experiences and told myself things to get me off of her. This woman was subconciously on my mind quite frequently. At that point I felt as if I was struck by cupid’s arrow. If I was, then I either pulled it out and tossed it aside, shook it off or maybe it didn’t hit me in the right spot. I tried to call myself trying to be as boring and unappealing as possible. I really don’t think she really thought I was trying to do such a crazy thing. Cupid’s arrow kept hitting me from time to time, but I would continuously fight off the feelings inside me. Eventually, a slow period came along in the company where most of the time, the temp workers either didn’t work at all, or just a select few were called in to work. More often than not, she wasn’t one of them. So recently, the temp workers have been making a comeback and more workers have been around the plant. The woman I was reffering to before has also came back. I continued to try to kill off my internal feelings for her, but they just didn’t appear to be working as well as before.
Not too long after my personal attack on my own feelings, I found myself working with her on the same production line, #10 (last week actually). I was working right by her (not quite next to, but not quite face to face either). This time I felt quite nervous being around her. What I started to do was act taciturn so maybe she wouldn’t really notice or pay much attention to me. I felt cupid’s arrow continue to hit me. This time, it felt as if cupid was starting to get to me, and I couldn’t ignore the arrows bouncing off me much longer. 2 days after that, I was back on line #1 and I was packing the product with Lady Ashley as it comes off the production line. The line leader of line #3 (remember Joel?) asked Raylene to trade one of his workers for me because a particular product Joel was running on his line required my expertise to impress the visitors comming to observe Fas-Pak’s method of production on that particular product. On the next line over (line #2), there she was again! At this point I knew it was only a matter of time before my feelings for her would overwhelm me. I continued to ignore my feelings for her regardless. Now comes the day before St. Valentine’s day, and I’m on line #3 once again. This time I find the girl working on the same line as me once again. I tried to resist my feelings again, but this time it was no use. Cupid’s arrow hit my soft spot like a ton of bricks this time (that or God was punishing me for beginning to hate his greatest creation)! After that, I said to my self, “Oh, who am I kidding?? I’m madly in love with her!” and completely gave into my feelings. So here I am, feeling what I’d never feel for another woman again, love (not lust)! I even found out her name, it was Rochelle. All day I couldn’t stop saying it in my head. I felt as if she had cast a spell on me! The whole day of work, I couldn’t get my mind off of her for anything. I tried to think of other things to see if I could, but nothing worked. As I was working, I found myself fantasizing about fulfilling her every need, breakfast in bed, going out to fancy restaraunts, buying her expensive jewelry, vacations, italian candle lit dinners, even marriage with childeren naming my first born daughter after her and the seemingly endless list of romantic activities went on and on. TBH, sex was still not one of those fantisies. During break time(s), I found myself thinking of her more and more. This next piece I can’t confirm yet, but when I think about it, she appears to ocassionally watch me from a distance. I wanted to talk to her, but as usual, I didn’t really know what to say. Eventually, we do get a brief moment to exchange a few words (we’re usually busy) and every time she’d talk to me, she would smile from ear to ear it seemed like. I felt a little more comfortable around her, but I eventually started to get scared that she would just say “I’m just a friend” and I want to be more than just friends.
Since we finished early on our production line, everyone had to go home about 1 hour early… everyone except Rochelle. I felt a little sad that I had to leave early because I enjoyed her presence so much, but in the end, I felt too shy to let her know how I feel about her. When I got home, all I could think about was her. The name Rochelle and her beautiful face would echo in my mind day and night. I felt as if my love for Rochelle was eating a hole in my heart because I didn’t have the confidence to win her heart. My cousin Aaron noticed that I was acting a little different that day so he asked what was on my mind. Then I told him about the the woman I had feelings for. Since Aaron had heard my so called “puppy love” stories before, he said “Man, c’mon! Just go out with her!!! You never know…”. After listening to what Aaron had to say, I thought about my entire love life as a whole. It was empty, and yet full of failure. I remembered something my dad told me before he died. He said, “If the woman comes after you, chances are she’s not the one for you. The man should be the one brave enough to ask/propose to her!” The feelings I had for her just got stronger and stronger and I began to say to myself, “That’s it! I’m not going to just let this one get away from me! So unless she has a boyfriend that I don’t know about, if there’s a way to win her heart and put a ring around her finger, I’m going to find it!” All during St. Valentine’s day, I could think of nothing but her, just like yesterday. I began using my love for her to motivate me to become a better, stronger, more responsible, proactive and more mature man just for her, subconsiously. I eventually catch wind of what this love is making me do and I realize that my feelings for any woman in the past has ever made me do things like this before; It also made me think to myself that having a good girlfriend would also motivate me further into other things. My Aunt Evelyn always told me that it’s not good for man to be alone, and I guess now I see why having a girlfriend/wife can be a good thing.
I knew that in my current status/condition, the chances of her liking me as a potential husband is rather low. I mean really, what girl wants a guy that lives in his grandma’s attic because his brother screwed him over out of his rental house, and doesn’t even own a car? So I got back on the internet and searching for ways to win her heart. I remembered about pheremones and how they worked, so I did a google search on them. Before finding this link, I read a disturbing story about how most pheremone solutions are scams. One was found to contain female dog pheremones and began attracting packs of horny dogs. As I started to think that pheremones weren’t worth the risk, I found this site dedicated to pheremones before I gave up my search. The information, reviews and other hints blew me away and I was instantly thinking “Hey, this could be just the right thing I need to get Rochelle’s attention!” So here I am posting my story so you all will know what has drawn me to seek the council of Pheremonetalk.com! So to make a long story short, I don’t believe that I’ve ever felt love this strong before and I don’t want it to die; I want to have for once in my life time… a R-E-A-L relationship with a woman that I’m truely in love with!
Now that I’ve told you my entire story (if you read it all), let’s talk pheremania, lol! I read the beginner guide to pheremones posted elsewhere already. I really found it to be quite informative and educational. Not that I don’t feel sexually attracted to her, but sex isn’t my main goal to be with her. Although I do want to experience intimacy with her, but I want that to come down later on. I read that some pheremones are “offensive” in the work place and that’s what I don’t need. What I’d like to do is put together a combination of pheremones that will make her interested in talking to me more and become more interested in me as a potential boyfriend in general, not to mention something that would make me feel a bit more confident talking to her. What combinations would you recommend? Also, I have a non-pheremone related question. When talking to a woman, what do they like to hear men talk about in general? What is a good conversation starter? I just don’t feel comfortable coming down heavily with words like, “Hey baby? How you doin’? Can I get your number?” and such. In general, I just don’t want to blow it.
So, what can you all say about my situation? Is there a chance? Thank you for hearing me out and have a good day.
Shogun.
