Hugely Polarized Hits After Getting Laid and using P122 + Weird Reactions of my Own
This isn’t a true pheromone report, because I doubt P122 played a major role here. It happened last week. I got laid, then hung out with my karaoke group on the same day. Here’s how it all played out.
All I used was 3 sprays of P122 on my neck. No cover scent.
First, the backstory.
It’s the same girl I hooked up with some months ago, who blocked my phone number afterwards. Which I was relieved about, since she had some quirks about her that didn’t sit well with me. Well, about a week ago, I get a text blast from the past. I still had second thoughts about her, but my dry spell totally steamrolled over them. We flirt back and forth a little, and agree to meet later that week.
Come Friday after lunch, I arrive at her loft apartment. (I took a personal day so I don’t lose it, and she’s unemployed again.) Still in the same gentrifying inner city neighborhood, on the same commuter train I took last time. We immediately start hugging and kissing. Yada yada yada… we do the nasty. We spend the next few hours afterwards cuddling on her sofa, watching a movie she picked up from RedBox. Shortly after nightfall, I leave, telling her I had previous plans that I didn’t want to break, even though that was a lie. (Truth be told, I was hesitant to stay longer, since I wasn’t sure what her angle was.)
As I’m walking back to the train station and riding the train back the suburbs, I find myself drawn to and totally mesmerized by light sources: city streetlights, cars’ headlights, fluorescent lamps inside the train, and suburban parking lot lights. It was really weird; I felt like a moth hovering around an oil lamp. I almost bumped into some tough youth walking in the oncoming direction; he didn’t say a word to me, for some reason.
Now, the real story.
During the train ride, as I check my e-mail on my phone, looking for actual plans to do, I find out that my karaoke group is meeting that night. Once my train reaches my stop, I make a beeline for the karaoke bar, not having enough time to even stop at home for 10 minutes to wash my hands and face. That’s when I realize I had the bottle of P122 in my pocket, that I never used on my lady friend. So I took it out, and put on 3 sprays.
Inside the karaoke bar, I notice I’m getting HUGELY polarized hits. (Well, more like quasi-hits, since the pheromones were playing only a supporting role, I’m sure.) First, the good. Guys are saying hello and shaking my hand with such enthusiasm, like they just met their state senator or a local celebrity. Girls are smiling a mile wide and throwing compliments at me, and looking like they’re scrambling to come up with them, like on the olive green hoodie I was wearing. Everyone is cheering me on when I’m stepping onstage to sing. They’re a cool group, and people respect me there (albeit just platonically), but this was way out of character for them. I sing only once, but get the loudest applause of all singers. Wow! Just wow!
I also get some bad hits. A handful of guys start acting inordinately territorial of their significant others whenever I walk by: wrapping their arm around them, and looking in my direction and mouthing “no!”. The worst one comes from one popular girl in the group, who looks at me, shouts “hey TheAttractor, watch!” and starts making out with her friend. Based on the tone she says it in, I know she’s trying to get a rise out of me, which she failed, thanks to my lady friend. She’s not usually like this. So I call her out on her actions pretty harshly at the end of the night (when the music shut down and the ugly lights came on), and she actually apologizes and blames herself equally harshly.
TD;DR version:
- I get a booty call-esque “blast from the past” text, and hook up with her.
- On the way back to the suburbs, I find myself strangely attracted to light sources.
- Due to time crunch, I don’t have time to stop at home and wash up. I put on 3 sprays of P122.
- In the karaoke bar, guys are treating me like a celebrity, and girls are throwing compliments at me.
- In the same bar, a few guys see me as a threat, and one girl tries to get a rise out of me.
Questions/comments:
In a nutshell, WTF?! Obviously, the copulins and who knows what else that rubbed off on my body had an effect, but I never imagined it’d be like this. It seems like I turned into an alpha male that all the PUA authors talk about. Not to mention that the sex after a dry spell probably spiked my testosterone levels, causing people around me to react in unexpected ways. And what’s the deal with my attraction to light sources?
It seems like P122 has the strongest power when used in conjunction with real copulins (or EOW from the other place).
Any other thoughts on this?
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