I had a kind of a lunch meeting yesterday with a friend that I’ve never met before at McDonalds for a milkshake date.
I applied 3 sprays of MX392 on, 2 to neck, and 1 split between the top of the hands.
The minute I walked in the door, I noticed this decent looking, 30-40 year old blonde head snap to the door, and her eyes are on me. My date wasn’t there yet, so I took a seat, about 6-10 feet from her. Her mom’s, I assume, back is to me at an angle. She’s facing me at an angle.
The eye contact begins! The light comes on, “SMILE, WHEN SHE LOOKS OVER AT YOU AGAIN, YOU FOOL!” So each time she looked, I smiled and waited until she broke eye contact.
She gets up, pulls up her jeans, grabs the lady’s cup, and goes to get a refile. She comes back, walks to her mom side of the table to sit her cup down, when she could have just sat down and slid it over to her. Pulls her pants up, looks back at me, and then goes over and sits down.
Back to the eye contact. Nope, I didn’t count how many times she looked, but it was more than 10, easily.
The get ready to leave, she walks in front of her mom, gets by my table, looks me in the eyes, smiles, and says, “HI!” Waiting on a date, there’s nothing I could do, nor did I want to, I say, "HI! HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!," as they leave.
My date comes in, 47, chocolate coated, loooooong hair, thick body, nice pacifier holders. We greet, grab a shake, and sit down. After a while, I touched her hands, and they were warm. “OMG! YOU GOT HEAT GOING ON!” Before she can say anything, I’m holding her hands, rubbing, and feeling. She grabs my hands to hold them, so I grab her wrist and ease my way up her sweater, up to her elbows … rubbing and feeling and squeezing. She lets out a moan, and says, “YOU SHOULD STOP THAT.”
I say, “WHAT!? I’M ENJOYING THIS HEAT!”
She closes her eyes, and says, “NO, YOU SHOULD REALLY STOP THAT. IT FEELS TOO GOOD.”
I say, “WELL, IT’S A GOOD THING I’M IN MCDONALDS, 'CAUSE THEY WOULD ARREST YOU IF YOU RAPED ME!”
She puts her head down, so, what’s a man to do!? I went for the neck … rubbed and squeezing. She lets out another moan, and says, “WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO?”
I say, “I’M GOING HOME AND GET BACK INTO MY BED.”
She say’s, “AND DO WHAT?”
“SLEEP.”
She gave me this look. TRANSLATION: “YOU MOFO!!” 
Emails from her last night were filled with all kinds of naughty request. MX392? Maybe.
Will I do her? Maybe. 
ZEE END
I said that to say, EVERYTHING plays a role in the male to female exchange, IF you asked me. You just have to jump on the chance, and being able to share something different NEVER hurts, either … like … 1000 licks. 
