Hello all,
Well, here’s my first post regarding an actual, real-live hit! Let me first say, especially to anyone doubting the power of pheromones, that they DO indeed WORK! I’m sold!
First, a little background on my appearance: I’m 39 years of age, youthful (i.e. don’t look my age), average looks in the countenance dept., 6’ 2", 195 lbs, slender/slight muscular build, fair-skinned Northern European-type (born in the USA). I have a full head of medium-brown hair with matching mustache. If I were to objectively describe myself, I’d say I look like the “nice guy”-type with a pleasant countenance and matching disposition. Just don’t get me mad. 
This past afternoon I had to mail a package and purchase a bunch of first-class stamps, so off to the post office I went. Before I left home I took a shower, washed-off my natural pheromones, and dressed casually but neat (my usual modus operandi) 'cause you never know who you may meet. 
As I got dressed, I applied one spray of regular strength Ammunition to my chest/lower neck area…then a few minutes afterward I applied one spray of Stetson cologne as a cover scent. I then buttoned up my shirt.
I just received a shipment from Androtics today (Thursday), and one of the products I never used (and was anxious to try) was Come Talk To Me. I give one spray of CTMM2 to each side of my neck/behind the ear areas.
Anyway, I leave the house, get in my car, start it up, and off I drive to the P.O.
I arrive about 10 minutes before closing time (5:00 pm). There were a couple of people in line before me so that was good, as this particular Post Office is located on a major road and is usually packed, especially right before closing time. It’s a small post office and gets a little claustrophobic when it’s a full house.
Back to the story…
I wait a few minutes and observe the goings on around me, not giving the pheromones any thought whatsoever. I look at the postal workers behind the counter…two of them regulars and a new Oriental (oops!), I mean “Asian” female. I’d say she was in her mid-forties or thereabouts. If I were to guess, I’d say she was Korean–if that makes a difference–just trying to be specific here. Whatever, she’s an Asian female. Nothing special in the looks dept…just your typical bored, postal employee with a stoic look on her face, who can’t wait to finish the day and get the hell out of there.
I continue to wait in line and wonder which postal worker is going to serve me today. Oh please don’t let it be the homo (sorry, I REFUSE to use the term ‘gay’). This is a mid-forty-ish, tall, skinny, slightly-balding, Jewish ‘guy’–again, just being specific here, so don’t even think about crying “anti-Semite”–with a Mickey Mouse earring in his left ear. Don’t get me wrong, he’s pleasant, always in a good mood, joking with the customers, etc. and has served me in the past (no jokes now!), but please, I’d much prefer to have one of the distaff employees attend to me.
The Asian postal worker finishes up with a customer and says “next” and up I go. I say “hello” and she responds in like kind. She has a serious look on her face just like she did with the previous customer. I don’t give it much thought one way or the other…I just want to finish up business there and get back home.
I tell her I’d like to mail this package and purchase a book of twenty first-class stamps. She weighs my package, then asks if I’d like to send it via first class postal rate. I ask what the price/time difference will be between first and second class service. The price is negligible so I choose first class service.
She then asks if I’d like to have “delivery confirmation”? I reply: “Is it free?” My answer was serious and I was not trying to be humorous at all. To my surprise, all of a sudden her stoic look is instantly transferred into a great big smile and giggle. She says: “No”…and continues to smile, obviously amused and happy. Can I say: thanks to those marvelous, magical molecules in the pheromone combo I was wearing?
Then she asks if there’s anything fragile(?) or of a liquid nature inside and I tell her no, just a pair of jeans I bought mail order and am returning for an exchange. She opens up, still with a great big smile on her face and tells me how “she likes to try the clothing on before buying it,” and “feel the texture of the material, blah, blah, blah…” I say in return “Yes, so do I, but sometimes you have to take a chance and buy sight unseen if the price is right. What you save in price you take a chance of it not fitting correctly.”
By now she is flustered and begins to blush…she even forgot about the book of twenty first-class stamps that I initially requested along with mailing the package!
As all of this is going on I don’t give any thought about the pheromones…just going with the flow and joyfully reciprocating. We continue our small talk and exchange smiles and giggles as she proceeds to give me my stamps. I pay my bill and bid adieu.
As I leave out the front door a great big smile and realization comes over me. “Wow”…I say to myself, “that was an real-live, genuine pheromone hit!”
Also, the realization AND confirmation came over me that pheromones are not some magical potion that works all on its own. It is merely a key that opens the front door and lets you in. The rest is up TO YOU once you get in. Okay, so the pheros continue to play their part but the rest is YOU. I know that’s been mentioned in this forum continously but it really does not register like it does when you experience it first hand (like most other things).
Had this Asian lady been a few years younger (and single) and I ‘into’ Asian women…which I’m not, not that they’re not beautiful or anything like that, they’re just not my cup o’ tea–I would have pursued this to the next level either today or the next time (which would have been real soon) I went to that particular post office. That’s how confident I feel and how strong I felt the vibes between us, even though our flirting was not of a sexual nature.
Well, there you have it. Pheromones work! At least the ones sold here!!
Regards,
Electrix69 