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Last night was FANTASTIC. I’m running out of pheromones so I was pretty frugal (one spray Instant Openness and 2 IS, all to the neck, though one to the back of my neck) --but boy did it work.

One of my friends was going to pay for my drinks that night, but she was running late. It was raining, so we ran inside to the bar (dance night), and a young hot guy stopped us right inside the door, saying there was a cover charge. I didn’t bring any cash with me, so my other friend and I hung around inside (near him) for about five minutes before the rest of the girls showed up. I didn’t realize it until now that this was perfect timing.

Once everybody got there, they started paying their way in, and I didn’t have time to say that I didn’t have any money. I made eye contact with the guy (I guess I showed I was a little worried), and he just shrugged and jerked his head toward the bar!!! I got in for free! Thank you Instant Sexiness and the five minutes to let the pheromones permeate the air!

The rest of the night was an absolute blast, and I have learned now not to be so uptight about waiting for guys to come up and ask to dance. Sometimes the cute ones just standing around looking bewildered are the best ones. And then you get to have a whole night of joking around teaching them how to dance. I’m sure Instant Openness helped us both to keep talking, too, and keep the atmosphere light.

I’m going again tonight, but this time I’m going to make sure I put some on my wrists. Finally dancing with a boy I’m not trying to get rid of, I realize how much you actually put hands on their shoulders, and near their faces. I never went to dances in highschool, not even prom – and then straight to an all girl’s college, AND had a long term / long distance relationship with a guy, thus making myself unavailable to any men who might actually want to dance or spend time with me – that’s a long time to be uneducated in the ways of dancing and guys in general.

So yes, tonight is honing my skills and seeing the reaction I get while dressed casually (I have to admit, I was pretty glammed up last night.) I’m definitely excited!

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Hurry hurry, inquiring minds want to hear about the results. :smiley: It’s always interesting for me to compare my experiences with the same products to the experiences of others!

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Wow, Saraunne, what a smash!

That kind of stuff has started to happen to me all the time, too. My friends almost EXPECT it now. Whenever we go out, they’re always insisting that I spray everyone with mixes that will get us free stuff, drinks, cover, candy bars, everything.

Adoooorrrrable.

I agree. The wallflowers are usually exactly the type of guys I’d think you’d have the most fun with. I just couldn’t imagine a sweet girl like Miss Sara dancing with one of those bravado jock types. I don’t think they even have the mental capacity to keep up with you!

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I’m going again tonight, but this time I’m going to make sure I put some on my wrists. Finally dancing with a boy I’m not trying to get rid of, I realize how much you actually put hands on their shoulders, and near their faces.

Yes! “Go, little pheromone cloud, do my bidding” - Lor

AND! You can casually wipe some of your pheromonal perfume onto their necks and the collars of their shirts. When they get home later, sill buzzy and intoxicated from swirling around the dancefloor with the most elecritfying girl ever, they’ll doff their shirt, catch a passing whiff of you, instant sexiness, and the rest of that pheromone cloud working hard behind your back… and… well, we’ll just see what he does. I can only imagine what he’s thinking!

Sorry in advance, Sara, if that tactic makes you phone battery run out from ringing at 4am… :stuck_out_tongue:

OH GOD, Good! I’m not the only one! I think I only went to ONE dance EVER in my short highschool career. I bailed within a half hour, and snarked one of many bowls of live goldfish used to enhance the atmosphere. I think we spent about 4 times more time on my hair (both putting it up and taking it down!) than I did at the dance!

Well see, that’s why you are now in the grasps of the most femme fatale-ish of the femme fatales in the universe to learn from. And with a smashing SexyGirl pheromone arsenal!

But see, I think I have the same dilemma sometimes, too. I was seriously raised AS A BOY. Played hockey, offered hanfuls of worms to my screaming/squirming mother, beat up my friends…

While this was a neat adventure into the psyche of males (i can understand them cause I practically grew up as one), I use to have noooo idea how to translate that understanding of dudes into, you know, attracting them as anything but someone to shoot aluminum cans with. Hell, I didn’t even get my first salon manicure until last year.

But! Saraunne, it sounds like you’re rapidly “getting it”. The boys won’t know what hit 'em.:smiley:

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All right! Jasmin – thank you so much for your comments. Unfortunately, I read your post AFTER I got back – so I wasn’t able to try it. Next time, though!

I was never a tomboy myself – but I WAS one of the guys in highschool (kind of like Alseides, only without any attraction… that I knew of). I’d be the girl the guys would come talk to to get advice or unload their girl problems (since I already had a boyfriend) so I never allowed any of that kind of conversation to happen.

And now I’m just starting to get the innocent talking skills back. What I need now is flirting and banter, although I’m slowly starting to learn it.

So Alseides and anybody else who is reading! This is what happened last night:

1 IS to each wrist. 1 to neck.
1 Instant Openness to neck - and 1 to hair. (I have hair that stops at my chin, kind of like a 1920s wavy bob, so I have to touch it a lot and put it up with my hands to get cooler.)

We get to the bar:
Second time in a row!!! Got in for free (my friend did as well), and this was without any back story. Just a wink and we were through.

It was a very different night than the one before. It was just the two of us (some of her friends, though strangers to me, were going to show up later), and as it was only 11:45 NO ONE was dancing. So we started dancing ourselves, because that’s what we went there to do. Did the robot, shopping cart, fishing reel, all the stupid dance moves to kill time. People laughed at us, a few people started dancing at their spot on the wall or in their seat, but no one came up to dance on the floor.

12:30 on the DOT the dance floor instantly fills up. Her friends show up. A couple other girls from our school come as well, and this is what made the night perfect for testing some of the skills I learned from my friend.

I had two different groups of friends on two different sides of the dance floor, and I would switch every now and then, walk around the room, squeezing between people, that kind of thing. I can’t remember if sweat sort of rinses off pheromones or enhances them – I know heat helps – shoot. Well, I tried anyway.

Anyway, there was a group of maybe seven guys, all cocky pretty boys JUST STANDING in the middle of the dance floor. I figured they were waiting for girls to come up to them, which they did, but please, move out of the way. It’s the same thing as being a wallflower, only taking up space in the middle. I made eye contact with a lot of them, one the sort of simultaneous smile, but none of them came over.

We had a few other guys come over to dance (all the jock types you mentioned, Jasmin). I realize now, me dancing with them for a little bit, but then ejecting, was actually a way of validation to the group in the middle. Over the course of the night, I made more and more eye contact.

I have rule, though:
If a guy doesn’t make eye contact, and starts dancing behind me (ESPECIALLY when they sort of lock hold you against them), I don’t dance with them. The least you can do is make eye contact, or even ask (novel idea!!! And almost all of the time I’ll say yes if they ask.) I just find it incredibly rude. Suggestions for any guys who might be reading this: Just ask to dance. If a girl says no, it’ll be just the same as if she were pushing you away, with less energy wasted on struggle.

So I danced with a few boys, a sweet guy who had been shy and then suddenly became very outgoing asked for my number (although I’m betting he won’t call) and I made eye contact with a LOT of people (several times with a tall guy with a mohawk – I am a sucker for mohawks, and I don’t know why). But I was too chicken to actually bring a guy in by myself – next time. It’s easier when you have a friend with you is naturally outgoing and has no fear.

All in all, it was a success – but not nearly as fun as the night before. I kept looking around the room, hoping the guy I danced with all night the last time would show up, but alas.

So yes, pheromones definitely helped last night.

And somewhat as a disclaimer: I’ve been writing pretty detailed events that may or may not have EVERYTHING to do with pheromones, simply because all of this is pretty new to me. I’m getting more comfortable in my own skin, but being able to read back on it, and get comments at the same time is definitely helpful.