More phero fun with me in the hippest, trendiest skid bars with babes

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My friends wanted to go clubbing Friday night so I said what the hell. I used:

1 drop A314
1 drop TAA oil
1 Ammo
2 Honesty
1 shine
1 p83 @ 25mcg per spray

Application points:
Oils behind ears along the jawline
All sprays to the neck

I also brought along a trial size of Ammo. Stuffed in my wallet. It’s another size down from the to-gos. I made two additional applications of Ammo with the trial size throughout the night. I believe the trial size sprays are probably 1/2 the amount that would come out of a regular size bottle.

Just my guesstimation, not fact mmmkay? The 2 subsequent apps of ammo really livened things up. The lady bartenders were quite generous with the rum to coke ratio in my drinks. Also caught a few chicks starin at me. But being that I’m taken, and I don’t cheat I couldn’t be bothered to do approaches.

I just enjoyed the company of my friends. Then they took off and some other friends of mine were at a nearby bar. On my way there a bum opened a cigarette pack and handed me weed out of it. “I want $20 for it.” His hopes for me to be a foreigner unaware of the value or me to be intimidated enough to pay him that amount were futile.

I put it in my coat pocket, which subsequently became sticky and sprinkled with tiny pieces of weed. I’ll have to remember to avoid crossing the border and the airport with that jacket now. I handed him $4.00 and walked away. I arrived at the bar.

It’s the hippest, trendiest, most popular skid bar in town with no cover charge. It’s more of a beer cafeteria. Tables with scratches and writing all over them and bench seating. Not to mention the cheap booze. It was packed. They have a food side of the bar that closes down so they have to move all the occupants to the other side.

The bouncer said my chances of getting in were slim and he was turning away people that went to line up. But I persistently and patiently stood there till he decided to be nice enough to let me inside the establishment. It wasn’t longer then 15 minutes of passive persistence.

Found my friends, and ordered a bunch of shots from the hotty redhead bartender. Essentially Tater’s archetypal wetdream in the flesh. She was being quite flirty with me. She could’ve just been fishing for tips mind you, but I had a crush on this gal before. “Were I single right now” scenario went through my head.

We decided to leave and this girl comes up to us. My friend who was just sauced as fuck by now had talked to her earlier. “You arrrree aa reall beauuutiful girl.” he says. She then asked him if he remembered talking to her at all befire what her name was. He started playing the guessing game and I just burst out in laughter.

We then hit the streets. Buddy started going crazy kicking over newspaper boxes and suggested we grab a pizza. We get into the pizza place and he falls down. After pizza place we start arguing about taking a bus or cab. I opt for bus and we arrive at bus stop. I remembered the weed. So I asked around for rollies. This stoner babe had some and rolled it for we. We were talking about the 12th planet in the solar system and how ancient Sumeria shows evidence of it and other far out gnarly shit.

Bus arrives and I tell my friend to get on and he runs off into the night screaming “I’m getting a cab!” Stoner babe runs off after him and I get on this bus. I was now on a mission to get fire. I asked some dudes seated nearby for matches. They had none. The bus was getting close to my stop, I approached this attractive chick and asked is she had one.

She reached in her purse and handed it to me. “You can keep it, I’m quitting” she said in an Australian accent. Got off the bus and I was struggling to light the damn thing. I stood in the corner of the bus shelter and got it to go. That’s when I noticed the attractive brunette seated at the bus stop. I shared the joint with her and we talked for about 15 minutes. Then she was about to leave so I posed the question “Not so sound like a complete douchebag or anything, but could I have your number?”

She laughed and happily surrendered her digits. It was all in the name academic phero research. I’m taken so I haven’t bothered to call her.

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Call her man.

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In the future, all phone numbers gathered for “experimental purposes” that are not going to be used by the “researcher” should be posted on this forum along with other relevant details (pictures would be nice…) so that other “research assistants” can do appropriate follow-up.

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skid = casual sexual encounter

or

skid = “street kid in distress” / doper / loser / lowlife / 80’s reject

??

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When I was living in Seattle we called the bars down on 1st avenue and Pioneer Square “Skid Bars.” I guess because this area was once known as Skid Row (originally used to drag lumber down to ships but eventually the dirty side of town for scoring whores and dope). Women we used to hook up with were called skid babes. Sadly I usually found myself at the VD clinic the next week after having difficulty peeing.

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LOL, who changed my thread title?? VD Gegogi? Doesn’t sound too fun.

This bar in question is in a shitty part of town, and the inside is run down. Washrooms are quite disgusting, but that goes without saying. It used to be populated by mostly poor geezers, bums that would sit in there to drink the beer out of glasses that people would leave behind, and skids. A loanshark was gunned down in that area a few days ago.

As a complete anomaly or modern day paradox, word began to spread amongst college and university students about this scummy bar that served cheap drinks. It became hip and trendy amongst young people that loathed the club scene and all the BS yuppy establishments. It gets so packed Friday and Saturday night people line up outside the place waiting to get in. Mostly only young people go there now. It’s still the same scummy shithole skidbar, only it’s become popular place to go to.