Alright so this is my first post in my own journal. I think its great that you have decided to stop by my thread. I know it was probably that catchy title, or the rumors going around the thread about me. The one about the nurse at the retirement home isn’t entirely true… But whatever brought you to this post is now irrelevant. My goal is to document my personal journey through my good, bad and ish experiences.
At the moment I don’t have any phero’s in hand, so its just me… me against the world. Of course those are pretty good odds by my standards, but the addition of a magical potion (not HGH) never hurt the hero of any story right or right?
Right
So I have been preparing myself for the influx of looks, stares, conversations and the live action axe commercial that will unquestionably result from my shipment of pheromones*. One thing that I have noticed, a good nights rest does wonders for all aspects of my daily life. The last few days have found me sleeping on the couch in lue of a bed disaster. My stamina, mood, alertness, and even self-confidence have been down the tubes. I find myself becoming introverted and drowsy and just plain weirded out. I just haven’t been in the zone. But last night I went to bed a bit early and got a full nights sleep on a comfortable mattress.
Tremendous overall effect.
Today began like any other in the life of a pre-discovered star. But when I arrived at the local college things were different. I was more alert, my posture was impeccable and I was the king of the world**. (as a side note) One thing I have been working on is maintaining a good stare followed up by a nice smile. Along the entrance to the college there are a few sets of tables, but gracing these tables were two amazing girls. They happened to be facing me as were their boyfriends. The guys had that ‘I’m insecure/jealous/cold/drunk/crippled so I’ll hang on you and hope you reciprocate’ deal going on, but both of the girls made eye contact with me the entire 50 some odd yards that I had to walk up to and past them. Of course maintaining eye contact with two different people would look a bit goofy (think wall-eyed wallace), so naturally I singled out the one that was most attractive and with amazing agility*** navigated my way up to the entrace. When I got within 20 feet, we both smiled, and I got a Medusa death stare from the boyfriend. I am just curious to see what the final result will be once I get into a more restricted space with the phero’s and my dashing personality****. It will be like Zeus and Poseidon fighting on national television, it doesn’t matter who win’s out because everyones watching already.
- live action axe commercial is not an unquestionable result of my pheromone order
** not really
*** I actually had a tough time not busting my face on the pavement
**** dashing personality is more of a work in progress
Now here is my question, could my expectation of these results, sort of like a sugar pill, be causing a phero-like placebo effect (ie pheromone production) even before I have the sprays? Or with all the focus on my expected results, am I just becoming more aware of success?
Story 2
Alright, this story is coming a bit late. I got busy over the course of the weekend and well, now I am updating.
The other night I got a text from a girl I hadn’t talked to in months.
I had lost her phone number when I switched phones, so I had written her off as a viable prospect already. By a chance encounter I met a mutual friend at college (female) who’s number I snagged as well.
We had a short text message conversation and she hinted at where she was going to be that night. We ended up meeting at a club, where, I found out that I can’t dance when I am both sober and tired and one of the tallest people there. She more than made up for it and we really connected. She is pretty cute and has that ‘one of the guys’ personality that’s low maintenance. (and she has cute friends too)
After we left the club we went out to eat with a group, we all talked and I was cocky and funny and acted like I was old pals with her friends who I completely didn’t know. Some of the mutual friends and names they dropped were completely foreign so I cracked on them for it.
I left with the strong impression that she is interested in me, and unlike my ‘just friends only’ attitude that I had before, I might just let this one happen.
Story 3
Well the girl in story 2 asked me to text her on the weekend. I did but it was an awkward dynamic. Today my first text pointed it out, and with a little work I opened the conversation up.
I like texting because I have time to consider what will be the best witty remark to shoot back, and consider all ways that what I say may be construed and what the person meant when they sent their message.
That being said, at first I was getting one word responses (after she asked that I text her) I busted on her a bit and she busted back, but I ended the conversation with a killer remark.The whole reversal of the balance of power is great.
As of now I am just documenting my pre-pheromone progress, all of these results are from effort I am putting into being a little arrogant in a funny way, self confident and kind.
My hope is that with the addition of phero’s I will be 4x the guy I am now and will have that extra edge that some of the naturals have that just seem to ‘get it’.
Story 4
Keeping in mind that I am only 18,
I went over to my cousin-in-law’s house today for easter. We ate and had a great time, talked politics, debated wall and house colors, decor, religion, played wii, air hockey and generally had a wonderful time. Pretty much just one of those picturesque days where everything really is as good as your best memories.
Anyways my cousin-in-law showed us into his garage, and next to his ducati and suburban was an 08’ Porche Carrera S. It really is an amazing display of European engineering. This particular one had some insane features (it was pretty much in line with the 911 Turbo in chasis and brakes without the turbo) Now seeing this beauty was one thing, but when he tossed the keys it short circuited more than a few brains. Long story short, I got to drive a Carrera on easter, and I have pictures to make it last. There was power in places that I didn’t know existed. It was such an amazing smooth, tight and responsive ride that it deserves to be in the forum right next to the relationships.
I don’t think I would be able to handle a Carrera GT or one of the more exotic cars at this point, just from the power that was behind this beast. Navigating small rural streets at 90+ was more than enough for me. Although, pass me an open road and its all open throttle.
This has nothing to do with phero’s but maybe this wouldn’t have happened if I had of OD’ed on -none right? 
Story 5 - Chapter 1
“So ends the prologue and thus begins the journey, the ‘Journey to Perfection’”- Rich S. 3/27/2008
Alright guys, I thought that I would have had a few days worth of stories to tell by now. Sadly there was a slight mix up with DHL, but I have to hand it to Steve Osborne who deftly handled the situation. I want to rep something…
A side note, as I have mentioned before I work for a large retailer. Over the course of my occupation there, I’ve noticed how often customer service gets left by the wayside, let alone true care for a customer. A personal phone call and a wonderful e-mail response within a decent time frame has made me recommend this product and this website to other (very close) friends of mine.
Back to the story;
**HOLY MESS
**Yesterday started like any other day. I woke up, showered and got dressed for work. I just couldn’t resist the temptation (despite myself) and I utilized my phero’s, for the first time.
1 spray of Instant Honesty (double strength) on my wrist, rubbed together to coat my forearm.
1 spray of Instant Shine (double strength) on my hair, it was slightly wet so it was easily mingled in.
1 spray of Ammunition (single strength) on my neck/upper chest, rubbed around
By the way the Instant Shine really gets my heart rate up and gets my on my A game, I felt like a superstud.
- so it begins -
I get to work wearing my cocktail of ‘cologne’ and start work as normal. Now of course I am feeling great, so I practice my arrogant humor on my co-workers who are all having crappy days. I clock in and before I know it the majority of my co-workers are all laughing and happy around me when I talk to them.
I can usually do this on my own, but this was a little more profound (ie a few hysterical cackles and and dancing clowns, no but seriously).
I began selling products to the various people and helping them with their problems. People began getting chatty, but the self effects of the Instant Honesty and Instant Shine had my talking way too much. The second I noticed this (maybe 2 sales into the day) I stopped myself, and started asking open ended questions (with controlled reserve). Another thing that I did was zone my department. Leaving my phero-trail everywhere. 
While zoning I ran into this good ol’ boy redneck who was interested in buying, but was quiet and a bit standoffish. I talked to him and over the course of 20 minutes he began saying ‘you know my brother’ or,‘we must know each other’ and trying to get my approval by wanting to show me his truck on ‘38s’ It was to the point where I was getting a bit overwhelmed.
I’m super nice so I never get annoyed by overly chatty people I do however slowly distance or politely excuse myself for viable reasons or lack of productivity.
Anyways I left the guy, in order to find other people who needed help and ran into two very attractive college girls. Both looked to be about 20. Since I was feeling like I owned the world I started off by saying, “wow i’ve never seen two faces that looked that confused before, how can I help?”
They we’re taken back just a bit, but within a minute they were very chatty and noticably flirting with me, so I showed them their product and walked away.
When I got back to the central area the good ol’ boy (who I will henceforth refer to as red) was there with his girlfriend/roomate/person no sooner had I started talking to them when she started pouring her heart out about her personal interests and how this product would work well with her and what not. I talked with them for a bit (they were waiting on their product to be checked out before they decided to buy) and backed away to help another customer.
As soon as I finished, the two college girls who I had helped before were about 20 feet away staring at me and giggling while looking at products. I walked back over and busted on them for not having left my section yet and flirted with them for awhile, they finished getting a second product and went to go buy a camera.
Next, I went to go talk to one of my managers about altering the price on one of the items for ‘red’. When I got up there the manager was in a terrible mood ( I didn’t know this until later), but I started busting on him for being rude and got into a fun/sarcastic word war (he’s late 20’s early 30’s but we are good enough friends that he knew it was a joke) which I won, right as we were getting ready to go to my section to change the price on the item, a senior rep came up and interrupted, the manager used this as an opportunity to get the upper hand by pointing out how he was interrupting my less important query and how he could ignore me and in general trying to turn the balance of power. I completely busted on both of them, and it was even better because there are a few cute girls that I work with up at the front who were sitting there watching the entire time.
Now when I say busting on someone and I say word war, I don’t mean something like "Dmn your ugly, kill yourself now!" I do it in a fun light hearted joking way, with a hint of seriousness and arrogance. (It’s a balance, dont be goofy don’t be an jackas).
Anyways once I got the price changed for red he had to get his product worked on, (extra features etc) so he started talking my ear off. Well as I am at the register with him the girls show back up. They sat for a bit, but started flicking paper-clips at me to get my attention. (like schoolgirls in a boring class). I interrupted red’s 50th reiteration of insistance that I knew his brother who,
a) I have no clue who he could be, and
b) am not sure why that was important in the least, maybe some deep inner connection that would win him kudo’s?
c) he went to another section and printed out photo’s of his truck to show me (read what I just wrote).
Honestly I think Florida is the perfect median for phero’s and no person in it has ever tried using them. It was like a bunch of phero-virgins just waiting for a pick-me-up. ANYWAYS I Digress…
So the girls who were flicking paper-clips at me finally got my attention and I began to ring out their items. They told me all about why they were getting their items, and I asked one of the girls the price of a camera memory card. It was about 20$ and I made a remark about how I needed one and would get a killer employee discount.
The girl who was getting it said ‘ooh, you should get that for me with your discount’ (I love when people ask me to buy them things), so I said, ‘and what do I get out of it?’. Her friend who was leaning over the counter suggested a date with her friend. I think that they were hoping I would wag my tongue at that, because they were completely taken by surprise when I said, “wait a second that makes two favors”. They stopped, stumbled and I got the jerk-slap. And I probably could have gotten a few numbers, but at work… you never know who is from corporate and who is a secret shopper so I usually refrain. (but if i may say so myself, Well done!)
What does this mean? How can you be sure this isn’t placebo/ a coincidence?
Well I can’t be perfectly sure, but usually when an ocean evaporates in front of you for no apparent reason, something is causing it.
After having worked in this specific environment for a good amount of time, I know a normal day, I know a day when I am feeling great, and I know bum days. This was subtly and overtly more out there than any other day that I have yet to experience that I am positive I have been slapped with the phero-wand. (it reminds me of perfume:story of a murderer, exept for the gratuitous papel sex)
There were a decent number of other, not-quite-normal events, such as my manager who I usually hate asking me for advice and to lead up an important event after talking to him for awhile. But we all know that no one cares where my career goes, they just want to hear about the sweaty nasty down and dirty lady-manning. So that is why I won’t talk about it in great detail.
Until next time,
- A more perfect Rich S.
Story 6 - Chapter 2
I’m going to start this installment of my journal with a question;
If a guy gets a bit frisky, fresh and fruity… could that be phero induced and mean that they are not a closet gay? Or is there a good chance that they might swing to either side of the tracks?
Don’t ask me to tell that story because its not gonna happen 
Alright, so I have been a bit busy lately doing things that don’t require pheromones, mainly hanging with the men folk, pulling an engine block.
One side effect I have noticed is that I have become more of a smartass… I really bust peoples balls all the time now. Everyone laughs and has a good time, but my mind just pulls out some amazing one liners every 45 seconds to a minute in conversation. I might need to curtail it because I could really hurt someones feelings.
But today in school, I was getting some sideward glances from a girl who I know likes me, she was locked onto me with her eyes and would evade when I made contact. I was wearing instant openness and instant shine and ammo, she seemed a bit more self confident then normal and I was able to keep the conversation out of awkwardness.
That story aside I was standing next to a girl in the cafeteria, and was making some small talk (I get bored being quiet, and to think I used to be a shy guy), she ‘wasn’t my type’ but I was just enjoying the conversation. She started to stammer and she ended up dropping her tray. I was nice joked around and moved on. (possible hit?)
Also some of the obvious players who I made friends with were giving me some respect after I talked with them for a while. (who knows maybe it was the ammo…)
Well tonight I am trying to set up a date with a girl who I am somewhat interested in. We will have to see how that goes. ( I have yet to wear pheromones on a date, something that I am really looking forward to)
Until next time,
-A more perfect Rich S.
But who knows? I’m no scientist, and the mind is a powerful thing.