This weekend, I was in Dallas for scholarship interviews at University of Texas at Dallas. We arrived for a meet-and-greet with current freshman attending with the scholarship and other finalists in the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel there. Before I went to socialize, I brought my things up to my room and applied three sprays of MX301: one between my wrists, and two spread around my neck. When I went back down, things had already started, because we had such a long drive and got there later than most of the others. I thought it would be hard to get into a group and start talking, since most of the other people had already been introduced.
Luckily for me, it was the freshmen students’ job to introduce the finalists to each other, and I was quickly noticed and made known to the other finalists. This wasn’t strange; it was their job, after all. However, after a while, I began to feel as if I was coated with some sort of sap or adhesive that grabbed at college freshmen. At one point, I had three (and for a shorter period of time, four) of about seven freshman standing around me talking to me, and asking me questions about myself and what I intended to major in and so on. I thought it was just because I was late and they had already introduced everyone else, and didn’t have anything to do, but I saw a couple of other new people come in, and instead of going to greet them, one of the freshman girls interrupted one of the guys talking to a different group to wave him over to the newcomers, instead of breaking away from my group of almost primarily other freshmen. So, I believe that was some sort of hit, though I haven’t read much on the test pack and don’t know what it draws.
After that, one of the members looked around sort of confused, as if realizing what was going on for the first time, and said she needed to go meet some more newcomers, but before doing so, she introduced me to an Indian girl (a freshman) talking to a couple of other girls. I had seen her around the room, and she seemed a bit energetic, but as I stood and listened and talked to her and the group, she seemed to grow more and more antsy, to ridiculous amounts. At first she was merely quite animated, but over the course of about five minutes, she was running her fingers through her hair and twirling it, wriggling around, rubbing one foot up and down the back of her other leg (so she was standing on one foot for about a minute) and talking faster and and faster. The level of eye contact also drastically changed over the course of the conversation. At the beginning, eye contact was made almost exclusively with the girls originally in the group. By the end of the conversation, it was nearly always towards me, but any time I held eye contact for more than a second or so, she would look back to the girls. The leg rubbing and antsiness started before the eye contact. Eventually, she suddenly smiled really big and rather abruptly excused herself to go talk to another group. By this point, I was just wondering what on Earth I was wearing.
I have more to report on MX301 later, but I need to do homework, so that will come tomorrow.
[its been months!!!]. yes i am 1 filthy little dirty smelly boy!!!