WOW, in my 3+ months of wearing/testing phero’s, this was my far the most eventful night. This was tested on ST. Patti’s day. There were to many hits to write in this report. I would be here for a while trying to re-call them all. Most were similar so you should get the idea.
Applied at 8:15pm:
2X MX292 to pulse points in nape of neck.
2X Mx272 behind ears dragged along jawline.
Self effect: None really. Maybe a little light headed.
Scent: double game. 272’S game scent is different from 292’s. 272’s is better, lighter.
First spot, non choking beer/wine bar. I am a regular there. I walk in waitress says “ Jesse your wearing that F*cking cologne again aren’t you. I say “what do you mean” her “that one your friend made with no name. It should be called orgasm in a bottle. You should leave, the last thing I need is to smell that all night.”
Patrons were from ages 32 to 55. Mostly an older crowd. Almost immediately a few people start a convo with me. A couple, they were late 40’s, and the wife’s sister 38 start b s ing with me about all sorts of stuff. The wifes sister is quite attractive considering she is approaching 40. We are going to refer to her as Cougar. Not really my type. There really is no other interesting folks around, I am waiting for the bartenders to get off work so we can go out, so I figure I out am testing this mix, lets see what happens. It turns out the Cougars son is interested in doing the same thing I do for a living and I seem to be getting interviewed. I gave the Cougar my # and said “give it to your son I would be happy to answer any questions he might have. During this time I am getting lots ioi’s from the Cougar. A total lock in eye contact. She was burning a hole through me. She touched a lot, not like pawing, but she would grab my wrist and literally pull me toward her when she spoke. All 3 of them and myself were all smiles, laughing and having a really good, interesting convo. I again seem to find the funny side of myself. This is the MX272, no doubt.
The husband and wife start telling me about how they met, not the short version, but the we made love on the beach in Jamaica on the honeymoon version. Too much info. They start to tell me about the Cougars failed relationship, and how her last boyfriend could not handle her sexual appetite. Meanwhile the Cougar is totally leaned forward in my direction, touching me any chance she gets.
Deep, yet happy, light hearted convo continued, and stayed sexual. The drinking for them also continued. They asked me if I was single and I said yes. The Cougar, on and on asking me about my thoughts on older women. Enough that the bartenders are starting to whisper and point. The touching turned from pulling to the rubbing on my arms and hips.
The wife leaves to go to the bathroom and the husband goes and grabs the bartender to get the bill leaving me and the Cougar alone. She puts her hand on the back of my neck, pulls my head down and says “you know I want to F*ck you right”
crickets She said it with a dead stare strait in my baby blues. At this point the sister comes back from the bathroom and the husband comes back from paying the check, and say that they are leaving. She rode with them, so she had to go also. All I had to do was say “no worries I can get her home” and my 17 months of sexlessness could have been over.
I was really not interested in taking this women home. The night was young, and I don’t know how she would have felt about her decision in the morning.
I help close down the bar so we can all get out of there and move to the next spot.
11:45 Applied
1X MX292
1X MX272
Next spot. Large tavern. Lots of smoking. There are 10 of us in my party. I drove alone. We researved a double booth, 5 on each side. It’s a table top with individual stools and a removeable divider. I stand, leaning on the divider. We get drinks, and start having a great time. The age group is mixed. 2 women are in their early 40’s, 2 dudes mid 30’s, 5 women btwn 21-26. Everyone is just all smiles, poking fun at each other about work. They are poking fun at me for almost being eaten alive by a Cougar. One of the women in her 40’s tells me if she was 10 years younger I would be in trouble.
Like I said, I am standing, and sitting next to me is one of the bartenders. I have only met her once before. She works days. 21, HB7. She starts talking to me. Lots of kino from her. Kind of poking when she talks. She asked me why I was only drinking beer. I tell her that I have a tendency to get really drunk and black out when I mix beer and liquor. I tend not to remember things. So we finish talking and she disappears to talk to some friends. She comes back with a rum and coke and says “I got this for you”. OH BOY! Thank God I didn’t drink that much at the last bar. She takes her stool and moves it closer to me and we start talking again. She is completely turned in my direction. Knees, shoulders, toward me and her hand on my leg, and when she leaned in to say something her hand would slide to my inner thigh.
She got back up to talk to friends, I went to the bathroom. On my way back she signals me over to the bar, “hey, I got something for you.” Yup, Patron. Not 1, but 2. She licks her wrist, dusts it with salt, licks my wrist and dusts it with salt, she licked the salt off my wrist takes her shot, I lick her wrist and take my shot. She starts to load us up for the next one and I say” look I told you I shouldn’t mix, I need to drive home tonight and they love to set up checkpoints around here. She says “your right I want to make it home safe tonight.
We go back to the table. I stand, she practically pins against the divider with her chair. We talk some more. She keeps looking up at me with these almost shy, crushy, bedroom eyes, with her shoulders moving side to side.
I go back to the bar to garb a beer and a drink for her and as I am waiting(a while) I am standing next to two girls sitting. The one facing me keeps looking up as she is talking to her friend. She looks up with this cocky, almost sly grin and says “who the f*ck are you?” I say” I will tell you my name while your scrambling my eggs tomorrow morning.” WTF, where did that come from. They laugh, I say I would love to chat but I have some thirsty people back at the table.
So, the people I am with are starting to go. 2:15 am. The girl that’s next to me is very ready to leave. She says she doesn’t feel comfortable driving, she is feeling tipsy, so I volunteer to give her a ride. Chivalrous I know.
On the ride to her house she is leaning my way, rubbing my knee, leg, inner thigh, woooh that’s not my leg anymore. Umm Ya.
We get to her house, and she asks me to walk her in, I agree. We get to the door, lots of kissing and other non G-rated stuff started happening. We go in to her house, she says she has to go to the bathroom. She comes back I say “My turn” I go to the bathroom, do my business, wash my hands, grab my to-go of TUTH, thinking of how my 17 months without the promise land is about to end, and argue with myself of whether or not I should use it. Decide against it.(no idea how much –none is in 292) I walk out and, and, and, and, hey, umm, hey, heeeeeyyyyy No, No fcking way you fell asleep on the couch. Oh this is BULL Sht. She passed out on the couch. Fu*king snoring and everything.
Looks like I am going home. I covered her up with a blanket and went home.
There were more hits than this. After re-reading this report I realized I did not put enough emphasis on how social this night was. Everyone that was within 8ft of me was having a blast. I felt awesome. I was opened by 3 different women. I hear the term PheroBomb thrown around a bit here and there. This is the closest thing I have used that could match that description. We have heard what 292 can do, but 272 is social genius. Try it. Please report on it so we can keep it around. I beg of you.
