Been a while since I posted so here is one night’s adventures:
Myself: Mid 40’s, Athletic, Married
What: 3 sprays of Steve’s ICM 1a mix (Blue Bottle)
2 sprays of Steves ICM 1b mix (Blue Bottle)
Both around upper chest, lower neck, a touch on wrists and back of neck
Mrs. BH and I go out for the evening: dinner, music, dancing … you know the drill.
We go to one place we hit fairly often where they play live music. The music is good but it tends to be the same although sometimes they do surprise you. We get there a little late so it is standing room for us to the side. That’s OK - good view and we are not going to stay there all night.
I am standing next to and half a step behind Mrs. BH. I do not have my arm around her but our bodies are touching as we are standing there. There are 3-4 young ladies (early 20s) standing a few feet in front of us listening to the music. Attractive, dresssed out for the evening. We are behind them 15-20 minutes or so and they look around from time to time, I assume checking to see if there are any guys their age nearby.
At a certain point, one of them turns around and starts to go as if to the ladies room. Now she could easily - easily - walk around Mrs. BH and I. Instead she walks right up to us and pushes her way in between us by putting her breasts against my chest and pushing me backwards. I am kinda tall and she is kinda short and she caught me by surprise so when I look down to see who is running into me I catch a flash of blue eyes looking straight into mine and lots of cleavage. I am half turning to watch her go thinking “WTHeck?” when I catch that flash in Mrs. BH’s eyes. I just put my hands up to say “Wasn’t me …” She throws a dirty look in the direction of Miss Cleavage, grabs my hand and leads the way out the door to the next venue informing me that Miss Cleavage did that on purpose. If you say so honey …
We bounce around several places and end up at one of our favorites for some dancing. I freshen up with another couple of shots of 1b from a To Go soon after arriving. After we are out on the dance floor for a long set I feel something make contact with my butt. Crowded dance floor, stuff happens, I think nothing of it. And then it happens again. And the third time it is definitely a hand rubbing up and down my posterior. I half turn praying it is not some dude who looks like Larry the Cable Guy. No, it is some younger lady - can’t tell exactly as her back is to me - dancing with some guy but rubbing my butt behind her back. Obviously Mrs. BH has noticed by now and obviously she is not amused.
Just as I am getting concerned Mrs. BH might actually take a swing at this girl, this girl turns around and grabs me with both arms around my waist from behind me. I think “Oh shit” and turn at the waist to see what in the world is happening. She is bent over grinding with her boyfriend and holding onto me for support. And her hands are hovering … well … anyways Mrs. BH grabs my hands, yanks me out of the clutches of Miss Grind and decides it is time to take me home before I get into real trouble.
Saved again by the Mrs.
Just another reason you single guys need to hurry up and find Miss Right and settle down … you need someone to rescue you from the clutches of all those wild young women out there. 
. ICM 2.0 is in the works. Not quite finished yet, still working on one moleculle