MASSIVE but Highly Polarized Hits at a Purim Event

[TheAttractor]

I was at a Purim event, hosted by a Jewish organization I’m a member of. The event was located inside a hotel. There was a short religious service, followed by a dancing party after that for all the attendees. One of the requirements on Purim is to drink a lot of alcohol, so the organization provided discounted rooms for people who did not wish to drive home; I ended up reserving one before coming to the event, mainly for the peace of mind factor. (Feel free to look up Purim on Wikipedia, if you wish.)

Anyway, I showed up at the event, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt with the organization’s name in English and Hebrew and their logo on it (this is important). I dropped off my stuff in the hotel room (just a backpack), picked up a name tag from the registration table, and went to room where the service was held. After that, I went to my room to put on the pheromones: 1 drop of A314, 1 spray of TUTH, 3 sprays of IShine, 2 sprays of CTTM2, 1 spray of Spaceland, and 2 drops of A1, then covered it all with cologne. Here’s what transpired.

The Dancing Party
Complete no-hitter! The girls at the party didn’t dance with anyone except their friends and maybe a few guys. I tried to approach them, even the ones that were dancing alone, but got rejected. I spent some time talking to others guys who hovered around the perimeter of the dance floor, and drank alcohol at the refreshment tables (the organization provided it). Soon, I was pretty loaded, but the night didn’t get any better. In frustration, I left the party and went to the hotel bar where I knew there was a dance floor.

The Bar, part 1
In my drunked state, I didn’t think about going to the room and changing into more clubby clothes; I came as I was, name tag and all. The bouncer let me in, and I went inside. I headed toward the dance floor to check out the action. I started grinding with this girl (slightly older than me), who was really getting into it. A few minutes later, her friend came by. At that point, I thought “oh hell no”, because “the friend” usually drags the girl away. Instead, she looked at me and said: “you know, my friend’s getting married in two days; show her the moves she’ll be missing” with a smile on her face. I took the friend’s advice, and started doing a strange combination of merengue and grinding, which actually worked out pretty well, since a Latin song was playing at that moment. A few songs later, the girl I danced with gave me a close but drunken hug, said “thanks for the dance”, and went off to the side somewhere.

The Bar, part 2
Revved up by such a turn of events, I drank bought a beer at the bar to celebrate, and went back the dance floor with a beer in my hand. A girl (early 20’s) approached me and asked me about the shirt. I was out partying and having fun, so I thought, “why not?” I told her: “I sponsored the construction of their office when they first opened in [my city name]; tonight’s their party.” She looked at me in a way that I knew she believed me, and we started to dance, with her friends joining in later. I even kissed her a little, at which point, I felt like if her friends joined in that too, I wouldn’t be one bit surprised. Unfortunately, the bar was closing shortly later. The girls wished me good night (I taught them to say it in Hebrew just for fun), and went on their way.

Back at the Party
On the way back to my room, I decided to check the conference room where the party was held. To my surprise, it was still going on, but there was less than ten people left, mostly guys. I couldn’t resist sharing my story with a few of them, which resulted in a few high-fives. Then we all drank some shots to the historical figures who made Purim happen and let us have a fun night like that, and I went to my room to sleep it off.

Concluding Thoughts
I saw a few more people in the hotel lobby while checking out. (Most just went home after the event.) We compared notes, and my story came out on top. Most people just chilled in hotel rooms; a few went to the hotel bar and left shortly after. I never “declassified” the secret behind my night. Well, now I’d like to hear your thoughts.

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@TheAttractor

I was at a Purim event, hosted by a Jewish organization I’m a member of. The event was located inside a hotel. There was a short religious service, followed by a dancing party after that for all the attendees. One of the requirements on Purim is to drink a lot of alcohol, so the organization provided discounted rooms for people who did not wish to drive home; I ended up reserving one before coming to the event, mainly for the peace of mind factor. (Feel free to look up Purim on Wikipedia, if you wish.)

Anyway, I showed up at the event, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt with the organization’s name in English and Hebrew and their logo on it (this is important). I dropped off my stuff in the hotel room (just a backpack), picked up a name tag from the registration table, and went to room where the service was held. After that, I went to my room to put on the pheromones: 1 drop of A314, 1 spray of TUTH, 3 sprays of IShine, 2 sprays of CTTM2, 1 spray of Spaceland, and 2 drops of A1, then covered it all with cologne. Here’s what transpired.

The Dancing Party
Complete no-hitter! The girls at the party didn’t dance with anyone except their friends and maybe a few guys. I tried to approach them, even the ones that were dancing alone, but got rejected. I spent some time talking to others guys who hovered around the perimeter of the dance floor, and drank alcohol at the refreshment tables (the organization provided it). Soon, I was pretty loaded, but the night didn’t get any better. In frustration, I left the party and went to the hotel bar where I knew there was a dance floor.

The Bar, part 1
In my drunked state, I didn’t think about going to the room and changing into more clubby clothes; I came as I was, name tag and all. The bouncer let me in, and I went inside. I headed toward the dance floor to check out the action. I started grinding with this girl (slightly older than me), who was really getting into it. A few minutes later, her friend came by. At that point, I thought “oh hell no”, because “the friend” usually drags the girl away. Instead, she looked at me and said: “you know, my friend’s getting married in two days; show her the moves she’ll be missing” with a smile on her face. I took the friend’s advice, and started doing a strange combination of merengue and grinding, which actually worked out pretty well, since a Latin song was playing at that moment. A few songs later, the girl I danced with gave me a close but drunken hug, said “thanks for the dance”, and went off to the side somewhere.

The Bar, part 2
Revved up by such a turn of events, I drank bought a beer at the bar to celebrate, and went back the dance floor with a beer in my hand. A girl (early 20’s) approached me and asked me about the shirt. I was out partying and having fun, so I thought, “why not?” I told her: “I sponsored the construction of their office when they first opened in [my city name]; tonight’s their party.” She looked at me in a way that I knew she believed me, and we started to dance, with her friends joining in later. I even kissed her a little, at which point, I felt like if her friends joined in that too, I wouldn’t be one bit surprised. Unfortunately, the bar was closing shortly later. The girls wished me good night (I taught them to say it in Hebrew just for fun), and went on their way.

Back at the Party
On the way back to my room, I decided to check the conference room where the party was held. To my surprise, it was still going on, but there was less than ten people left, mostly guys. I couldn’t resist sharing my story with a few of them, which resulted in a few high-fives. Then we all drank some shots to the historical figures who made Purim happen and let us have a fun night like that, and I went to my room to sleep it off.

Concluding Thoughts
I saw a few more people in the hotel lobby while checking out. (Most just went home after the event.) We compared notes, and my story came out on top. Most people just chilled in hotel rooms; a few went to the hotel bar and left shortly after. I never “declassified” the secret behind my night. Well, now I’d like to hear your thoughts.

That’s an eclectic combination of pheromones. Spaceland would give you a ton of Androstenol and 2 sprays of CTTM2 would just add to that. If you were using love scent’s A1, that would be an excessive amount of Androstadienone. I would definitely classify your combo as a phero bomb. It doesn’t sound very sexual because the Androstadienone and Androstenol would probably completely drown out the TUTH. I’ve never tried such a combo of pheromones but it sounds interesting nonetheless.

[TheAttractor]

Come to think of it, you might be onto something. That’s probably why my interactions with the girls were more flirty and playful than sexual (even the kiss was for only a few seconds). All that alpha-androstenone and androstadienone pretty much drowned out other pheromones. But sometimes, that’s kind of what I’m looking for. Just enjoying the company of someone new, getting my oxytocin fix with the hugs and dances, without the drama brought on by sexual factors. That night, I came to the bar because I got frustrated with the party, rather that to pick someone up, and I simply didn’t care. Besides, my morals wouldn’t allow me to “cross the line” with the bachelorette, although the other girls were single, so it all worked out well.