Day 1
Slept in late - Yesterday was a phero-free day.
Got to get a haircut.
8:20am Comb my hair over my ears and give 1/2 spray on the hair each side and a full spray on the back of my neck. Arrived at the clip joint and was seated without delay. Cordial greetings - “How do you want it cut?” - I explained and the scissors go to work.
Now usually any girl that cuts my hair has to chatter away. This one was silent until the end, “How does that look?” 
I get home and hop in the shower and shampoo my hair.
9:45am One spray to the back of my neck and downstairs to take the ltr to Casino H this week. She’s on the couch so I get down on the floor for some huggy bod kissy face.
I ask her to smell my “new cologne” and she says, “I don’t smell anything. Why are you always asking me to smell you? Are you buying cheap perfume? Better stop buying cause it’s no good. All I smell is your skin.”
She’s Chinese and has never tolerated -none. She doesn’t like Ammo or TUTH - but she smells nothing of MX313? To me, it has a very weak scent somewhat of grapes.
On the drive to the Casino she will usually doze off within 10 minutes, but today she is awake the entire drive there and reading aloud to me from an AARP magazines on 1) caring for automobiles, 2) arthritis and bone problems, etc etc.
This is a ice change. Less boring for me.
We stop at a truck stop and hit the restaurant for lunch. I visit the men’s room and put a spray on the back of my forearm. We are seated at a booth and a waitress (about 60) takes our drink order. She stops by our booth bringing somebody else’s drink order - “Oh sorry. My mistake”, and she takes it two booths down. She disappears and returns with our drinks. She takes my order first, then the ltr’s, and then clarifies mine making sure that I know that I have other options than fries. She disappears and comes back to our table with two plates that are not ours. She apologizes and takes it to a table on the other side. Finally she brings ours and we dig in. She came back to check on me twice - as if there wasn’t anyone else with me in the booth. I don’t think the ltr picked up on it, but I think the MX313 stunned the waitress. I let the ltr leave the tip - which was surprisingly generous.
I parked in my spot at the bar in the casino after one more spray on the back of my forearm. I was there for 3 hours at 1 beer per hour. Downwind from me was Barmaid K. We chatted a little about her getting moved into her house and other small talk. What was unusual with her later that afternoon, was that a couple of times I’d look away from the race and at her – and she was eye-contact with me with a big smile – as pretty as a picture – polishing a glass. I’d break eye contact, take a drink, check my watch and look back at her – she’d still be there - eye contact and a big smile – polishing the same glass. I could swear it was a look of admiration. 
While I was there an older gentleman sat downwind next to me. We had few words with each and those were short and to the point. He received a call – I caught the first of it as he walked out. I could tell by the call he was at least 2nd level management. When he returned I asked, “Had to put out a fire?” He replied, “Yes” and I let it drop. No small talk here.
During the drive home the ltr reverted back to her sleeping while I drive. After we got home and she was on the couch, I went after some huggy bod kissy face again – hoping it would bloom into much more, but no such luck. 
So far - no adverse reactions from other men.