Whew! I’ve been out of commission lately, and missed about a week and a half’s worth of posts in the women’s section, and it took me about three extra days to catch up to you chatterboxes 
I have no idea what is actually wrong, but I’ve been experiencing bad pains just under my rib cage. 60% of every day was spent sleeping, or trying to sleep, as I would wake every two to four hours. I’m considering going to the hospital, but I’d really rather not.
Well! Before I got sick or whatever, I decided to try a little experiment. I’ve been going pheromonally ‘naked’ for the past three weeks or so, except for once when I went job hunting, and a few times I tried Bella’s mix. I wanted to really understand the ‘base’ I have to work with–my natural signature. So, martyr that I am (read: lazy frump), I’d gone from bathing daily/everyotherday to every three days. I had also used natural deodorant and perfume (usually Pink Sugar) to prevent mass hysteria, so my pheros could reign free without the charming addition of BO.
Empty-headed mess that I am, I forgot how my natural pheromones make me act… The few weeks or months ago that I gave natural deodorant a whirl, I was an unpleasant shrew the entire time. I didn’t remember until yesterday, actually.
There have been a lot more conflicts between my friends and me during this testing period. I’ve been crankier and more demanding, less inclined to use polite words (and have avoided using them just because they were ‘polite words’), apparently more full of myself, more likely to belittle or degrade others, etc…
Phero friend sarcastically referred to me as “your majesty” and told me to get off of whatever high horse I rode in on. She had snapped and told me she’d had enough of my recent behavior. My first instinct was to attack her back, but I realized (before I managed to screw things up worse) that it would be a bitchy thing to do, and she had a right to complain if I was treating her as poorly as she claimed I was.
With my Cheshire (who I interact with solely through the phone, as he lives too far away) there were maybe two little fights in the past three weeks, and before this, the only time I had fought with him was an argument surrounding our break-up.
I think I also had a minor psychotic episode 
I hate the smell of my natural pheromones.
Summary:
I AM…
Bitchy
Rude
Inconsiderate
Stuck-up
and
Oblivious to it
WELL. This is my ‘base formula’.
Aren’t I lucky?
At least this answers a few questions.
Before this experiment, I had been unsure of whether I’d be ordering IS/A or IS/B. Guess which one I’m going for now? LOL. It’ll probably be like trying to tie a ribbon around an ax head, but at least I know how badly I need the balance of the softer pheros 
The report on your mix is coming up soon, Bella 