I’m intrigued that visionary would post his thread tonight when here I was about to start my own thread on my most recent hits. Forgive me visionary for posting them here, but this little molecule has so much to offer and is quickly becoming my favorite as a stand alone as well as a core to some of my better mixes. I didn’t want to hijack your thread so I started my own. As always feel free to snip whatever is relevant to yours.
Today I was in the hospital most of the day as someone very close to me is dying. The first 4 hour stint I wore nothing pheromonally as clearly my mind was another place. The particular situation is serious as the person dying is my mother and the nurses were very professional and straight faced around me.
They say nurses are usually hot, but whoever said that was obviously blind. There was one “assistant” for lack of a better term who was cute. She was not a nurse however. Obviously in a situation when a family member isn’t expected to make it out of the hospital it tends to be stressful.
Please no flaming me for thinking about research at such a time, but this has been coming for a while now. Death is a part of life. That’s all I’ll say about that.
Anyway after my four hour visit I went home and attempted to shower away the hurt and pain one might feel when one is watching their mother slip away. Knowing my mother though she may just miraculously pull through, but all the same it is a painful to experience.
The hot water cascading down my body regardless of how hot I continued to make it never washed away the guilt you experience from all the times you lied, all the times you yelled in anger, slammed the door, walked away, mumbled under your breath. The hot water scalding, turning your skin to red never washes away the mistakes, it’s only topical, it can only wash away the dirt that’s on the surface.
If ever you find yourself in this position you will know of what I speak. It’s not to late, tell her you love her and don’t be embarrassed when she tells you to put on a jacket, or be safe when going home. It’s never to late my fellow friends. Even in her weakest state, a mother will always think of her children’s safety first.
I decided right then and there after the hot shower did nothing but clean my skin, that my life must go on. I am a researcher, an explorer of life and in the face of my greatest challenge, I must push forward and live life to its fullest.
I applied 60 mcg of P83 and headed to the hospital again. Here is my story of my day and the most interesting of revelations that occurred from this remarkable little molecule.
I had to stop by the local market to cash a check. This market, as has been posted about before, only hires the most adorable girls in town. You literally have to be a hotty to be employed there. Just my luck the normal girl that cashes my check was not there and the guy manager was in her place.
The lady and daughter in line ahead of me were taking like forever to do whatever it was they were doing. The whole time the mother was talking to manager dude, daughter was prominently turned around staring at me. It wasn’t even like a subtle thing like maybe she was looking at something else. She was staring. OMG, she’s a 17 year old stalker who did not meet my standards. Hey if there cute you can look, you may not be able to touch, but she wasn’t even cute to look at.
By the time they left, really cute brunette checkout girl came to get cigarettes and just had to stand on little step ladder and stretch completely out right in front of me to get a pack of some brand. I thought it was a great view of her lithe body and remarked to myself how truly marvelous she would looked spread out in my bed like that. I would have to come back.
Now you might say so what, she was getting cigarettes? Well the fact of the matter is the manager dude is about 6 feet tall and could have very easily got the pack she needed. He actually mentioned this to her as well. None of the checkout girls ever have done this before either. When she stepped down she gave me a big bright smile with a twinkle of lust in her eyes. Oh yes SteveO there would be sampling of her to follow another day.
So it was off to Fred’s Super Center to pick up some balloon bouquets for mom. There’s a girl in there who I never have the right opportunity to sarge (pick up). Our paths never cross that way, or I always just miss her signals and end up screwing it up. By the God of all things Pink and Squishy I can be a real moron sometimes.
Anyway she’s at the balloon counter, and I order my balloons. I go around to pick up a few additional items. I keep noticing a lady about my age, cute, stalking me. Maybe it was coincidence, but proximity usually doesn’t lie. Every isle I was in she would show up within a few moments.
Although I still was wearing P83 my mind was still somewhere else. I just couldn’t think about things like I normally do. Anyway I blew that off and really didn’t even think about that lady until now.
Pay for my stuff and the checkout girl didn’t even say hi, or anything for that matter. Hmmm, she was obviously younger as the guy that paid ahead of me talked about last nights HS football game with her. She was pretty, but nothing at all hit wise.
Went back to my balloons and now two girls there. Sweet little blond, who talked but kept bringing up her boyfriend. I always take that as a hit when you don’t say anything pick up wise to a girl and yet she continuously brings up her boyfriend and how he’s a big burly night-club bouncer. She obviously was affected by P83 sexual vibe and without talking about sex, or anything remotely close she feels obligated to tell you she has boyfriend.
Other girl very friendly, the one I always wanted to talk with. She re-initiated conversational small talk and even offered to help bring the balloons out to my truck for me.
“I’ll personally help you get these in the jeep.”
“It’s OK, thanks anyway I got them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah no problem. You look busy, and I can handle it.”
What I was really saying is I am a complete idiot without an iota of brains in my head and the pecker that hangs between my legs is really a mangina. I should just go shoot myself now!
None of this even registered in my head until I was already driving down the road to the hospital. By this time the “Mind of Mencia” Dee Dee Dee, was ringing through my empty head. Blasted foiled again!
Holy Heaven at least one thing goes right: I got Dancing Joker on the phone. The master of pheromone mixes himself and he is actually talking to me. Albeit it I just woke him up and he probably hates me he still promises to call back.
OK tomorrow morning after a good night of Zanex induced deep sleep I promise to finish the rest of this. Stay tuned as the hits got better and better. The girls got more and more brazen and Blockbuster Video will never be the same.
Holding good thoughts for you both.