For those who read my “date mix” thread, the results are in!
I ended up going through with the “body spray” approach to my 2.5mcg TAH (I found my 10mcg bottle shortly afterward, too!) on Friday. I actually got my former target to drop me off at home, where I showered and applied, without much method, a few sprays of MX135 and Instant Honesty to my hair, two sprays Spaceland to the back of my neck, and a whole cloud of TAH. I think it must have been close to twenty sprays, if not a little more.
This is the first time I’ve had such a strong reaction from total strangers, but as soon as we were seated at the restaurant, I looked up from my drink and saw that the majority of people at the two tables next to us were all blatantly staring at me. I was actually kind of freaked out by this, because it’s never happened before, so I smiled a little nervously and struck up a conversation with my punk. He, too, spent a lot of time staring at me, but not in the same eerie way as everyone else - the look on his face was dreamy, and he was always smiling. We did a lot of talking and laughing, ate our food and left.
I slipped away at some point and applied about twelve drops of EoW. Once home, we had almost an exact repeat of last weekend, except quite a bit more on the animalistic, tearing-clothes-off side. But I don’t know if that’s due to the large amount of EoW or the packet of Edge Gel I smeared across my chest earlier in the day. 
Three rounds, ladies. Some of you ought to wear this much with your guy and report back to me!
Later on, friends invited us out later that night for pizza, and I hadn’t even thought to maybe baby-wipe away the mass amounts of cops I was wearing, so we just left. I was given so much attention in the car I didn’t know what to do with it! I got the TAH-typical reaction of everyone wanting to know what I thought, what I wanted, trying to appease me. I can’t say I didn’t like it.
Once out of the car, punk and I accidentally walked into the portion of the restaurant that was reserved for a private party… all eyes went to me again, and a guy somewhere to my right invited me to drink with him, but I politely declined and made my way out. I can only imagine how red my face must have been…
The whole time we were waiting for our pizza in the other half of the restaurant, three of the four friends we were with at the time kept up the innuendo, finding double meanings in everything I was saying to the point where I was tempted to flat-out ask if they were, in some strange way, hitting on me. Punk didn’t seem to mind, because he plays off the attention others give me, but good lord, toward the end of the excursion I was mighty uncomfortable. In jest, asking if I would be open to a threesome is endurable, but when repeated several times, complete with lingering gazes or suggestive gestures, I have decided that I am staying IN when I’m wearing so much Essence of Woman! 
The next morning, after my shower, I wore about 70-80mcg TAH and Instant Honesty, and I heard “You’re so pretty!” more times than I could count, from the same friends who were so heavy on the innuendo the previous night.
I definitely have to limit what I wear to specific audiences, if you catch my drift. 
