That seems like the perfect segue, thank you Catlord 
Apologies for the length.
It’s taken me far too long to get around to writing this. Given that it was a day long event with a lot of subtle and not so subtle reactions, I wanted to do it justice.
I had a friend coming to visit from the other side of the country. She’s 28, very cute, born in Lebanon and lived in Australia since she was 17…… big brown eyes, long dark hair, sexy little accent J Calling her “N” for the sake of this report.
Now don’t get carried away – we were never more than close friends, and neither of us ever wanted to be. We were, however, about as close as a guy and girl can be without there being something more – hence most people thinking we were sleeping together. Whilst we get along extremely well, I can only really tolerate her in fairly short doses, so I always knew that she’d drive me up the wall if we dated. From her point of view, I was a fantastic guy that she’d gotten to know when we both had partners, and by the time we were both single it would have felt like getting it on with her brother.
Until she moved away 18 months ago, we would hang out every day at work, and usually 2 or 3 times a week outside of work, going to pubs, watching movies, dinner or just hanging out at the beach.
Now, being a happily attached man, my intention in wearing a PS mix to catch up with her wasn’t anything sinister. If it had been, I would have chosen 333 J I did, however, want to explore the bonding elements of these mixes on someone other than my GF, and N seemed like a good choice. The intention was to re-establish the affection and closeness we used to have.
I chose 331 – my second fav of the four. The added benefit to me wearing this is that I find it a little more social and I also feel like the King of the World when I take it for a run.
In another thread I promised Mikoto I would try out 5 shots of 331. This seemed like a good time to test that as well – we would be spending nearly 6 hours together and I wouldn’t really get a chance to re-apply.
So – 30 minutes before I am due to pick her up at the airport, one shot to each wrist, one to throat and one either side of neck.
She spots me from about 40 metres away and comes bounding into my arms for a hug. A normal, friendly hug – no hips. I take her bag, we walk to the car – on the way she comments that she really likes my cologne (Good ol’ Akuto)
Being trapped in a car for the 30 minute trip back to my house certainly gives a mix a chance to hit home – especially at 5 sprays! Having said that, I don’t notice anything at that point. I’m not specifically looking for hits. I want to just enjoy the day. We chat constantly, catching up. Pretty normal. At my house we have a quick drink and then drive into my work so she can catch up for lunch with a few former colleagues.
It’s here that the hits start. At lunch, she sits next to me, very close. She used to do that when we were alone together, but not around others. Today it isn’t a problem. Our thighs are touching, our shoulders are touching. One of the women comments that we look very cosy. N blurts out that she’s so happy my GF isn’t there as she gets me all to herself, then turns, blushing to me. She apologises and explains that she wants to meet my GF, but she wanted to spend time alone with me first. I can understand that – I would probably feel the same way if I visited her and her BF in Perth……. Actually vocalizing it was a surprise though – and obviously to her too.
During lunch I get random resting of her hand on my thigh, excited little cuddles – again things I wouldn’t have found unusual had we been alone in the past, but she’s normally so much more conscious of it around the people who used to gossip about us.
We leave the pub and decide to wander down Chapel st and look at the shops – again, something we used to always do. At the car, though, I unlock her door and turn to find her absent mindedly checking me out – almost in trance, eyes just roving up and down my body. She snaps out of it and says I’m looking really good, I must be working out a lot. I point out that I’m actually smaller than I was the last time she saw me given I’ve been training for Half Marathons. She insists I am not and again tells me that I look really, reaaaaallllllyyyy good.
As we walk down Chapel St, N almost nestles into my shoulder. I stop and bend over a little to look in a window and she again takes me by surprise, slapping my butt. Whilst we’ve always been physically affectionate, anything with a sexual connotation has been avoided – in fact the one time I slapped her on the ass I thought she was going to punch me, lol. Her excuse is that I shouldn’t have bent over in front of her. When I laughingly suggest she doesn’t do that in front of my GF she grins cheekily and reminds me that she’s known me longer and my GF isn’t there.
More walking, and now the topic turns to realtionships. How do you know who’s right for you, all that kind of stuff. She opens up more than I’ve heard her do in 4 years about some personal relationship insecurites she has. I do my best to reassure her and point out the reasons I like her so much.
This caused a crucial shift in the day’s momentum. Whilst I had seen Hits, they had come in a fun, playful sort of way…..a little 331 sexually charged flirtation. It was different after this.
We drove back to my house and as we walked in the door I checked the time, commenting that we had an hour before we had to head out again and pick up my GF. From behind me, I hear “Great – do you have any condoms?”
Feigning shock, I incredulously say Excuse me and turn expecting to see a cheeky grin on her face. Instead I see something I’ve seen often enough to immediately recognize. It’s the awkward, slightly embarrassed smile of someone who has just strongly hinted that they want you but is trying to save face by playing it off as a joke. They know chances are they’ll get rejected but maybe, maybe something might come of it.
Almost reading my mind she dashes to the toilet. I go upstairs, get us both a drink and sit on the couch. She joins me and asks me to show her more photos holiday I went on a little while ago. She’s sitting insanely close. Any closer and she’d be on the other side of me, lol. As I talk about the photos, I turn my head to look at her. She’s back in trance, just gazing at me. The PUA “triangle gazing”, eyes to lips to eyes. A sensual DIHL. It’s at that point I decide getting the hell out of there would be a good idea before things get out of hand.
She doesn’t talk much in the car, but to her credit is great with my GF. We go to a pub, have a couple of drinks and then drop N off where she is staying. I take her bag to the door and get one last hit – a full frontal, full body hug, pressed hard against me and a kiss on the lips. Not a pash, just a goodbye kiss, but the only time she’s ever kissed me on the lips.
On her last night, a few days later, N invited my GF and I to a party. As my GF was working, I thought it best not to wear MX331. But there was an undeniable residual effect.
N wasn’t really up for a huge night, so we spent the whole evening sitting apart from the rest of the partygoers on a couch. She unashamedly draped her legs over me and held my hand as we talked. Everything was about us – our history, our friendship, things she likes about me. She recalled fun things we’d done together and fights we’d had. The rumours about us – and about how she’d found it hard on the Tuesday. She’d felt compelled to be more physically affectionate but felt she couldn’t as I wasn’t single anymore. How we were just so close and how I was the only person she could truly be herself around. And then, looking deep into my eyes, asked why, given all that, hadn’t we ever been more than friends.
It was a degree of affection and intimacy that I’ve never seen from her before – but more than that. I’d worn 331 to re-establish a 4 year friendship.What I ended up with was N completely re-evaluating the whole essence and basis of our connection/relationship.
Very powerful stuff……. And works as advertised.
