Today I spent my casual Sunday rolling around the Sunset Strip with my guy friend, who was wearing MX141.
Here’s all his application point info, when you guys out there want to repeat the experiment:
- 2-3 sprays to the wrist/back of neck
- 2 hours later, 1 spray directly to the back of the hand before going out.
- MX141 straight; no other additions.
I had zero hours of sleep last night, so I wasn’t the best pivot today. My eyes were coated over with that royal zombified glaze - not the best for hitspotting.
However, helloo, whatever hit he had was EYE popping enough for Miss Zombie America, herself (me) to notice.
We were outside most of the time, walking from one end of the Strip to the other. On the sidewalks, we passed several ladies who seemed to all do the “double take, up-down, I’ll Take THAT ONE” look when my man passed by them. Of course, he’s a guy, so he has male pattern blindness and can’t notice such events happening. It’s all obvious to me, even with my sleep-deprivation handicap.
The best hit of today should be inducted into Hit Hall of Fame.
My friend and I stroll into the Elixir juice bar at the Equinox gym to grab a snack. Equinox is this chi chi gym nestled in a hidden office oasis a tiny dart off Sunset. This is a place where various Celebreality-ready celebrities work, knead, sweat, pound and tread the excess fat off their pampered bodies all in front of the comfort of two or three reality show cameras. I think it’s the gym they feature in the show Celebrity Fit Club?
So my man and I are just hanging out there, slurping this glowing green concoction the elixirtender prepared for us. In blasts Krista Allen, the Showtime-latenight-pornstar-cum-Bmovie-actress, whom you might recognize in such stunning screen gems such as Emannuelle in Space and Feast.
This girl throws herself to the front counter and announces her name to the clerks, who greet her warmly. She beelines over to the Elixir bar, parking her keister in front of our table.
My man is at sort of a 75 degree angle to her, so he’s not facing her at all.
She loudly rattles through her purse and wiggles her butt, tosses her hair around, jumps up and down on the balls of her feet, and keeps darting her glances back at my friend. She catches herself being “obvious” and turns her back to him to “look at the drink menu”. All the while she’s shifting her hips, and sliding her sunglasses in and out of her lips.
She’s miffed by the lack of attention, so she circles the bar. She trounces over to the front desk again. Then, like an obedient vessel circling back to its mothership, she loudly drags her feet as she sidles back up to an adjacent table. All the while, she’s screwing with the contents of her purse, jingling her keys, tossing her hair.
Everyone else in this Elixir bar couldn’t stop staring. The woman was a walking circus! Everyone else noticed her ridiculous behavior but my guy friend.
There was no real air circulation there, and we were hanging out for a good 25 minutes while all this was going on.
Has anyone had the chance to mess around with MX141 yet? Are we alone in these results or have you guys been noticing some silly overts, too? ![]()