I have been long overdue for an update on my -None OD project that I have been undertaking, so here is a brief tidbit on my encounters thus far. I will update as I go, so check back!
Trial 1:
I had plans to go out with my posse for a little clubbing a few weeks ago, and decided it would be a good time for a little -none OD test. Tater… I have to say I should have listened to you. I just had to experience it for myself. Yes… I put it in my hair. Read on…
Setting: Dance Club (460 capacity), 2 floors, 1 big dance floor, and a ton of mirrors. 
Loadout: 8 sprays of Turn Up The Heat. 2 neck, 2 hair, 1 on each wrist, 1 back of neck, and taking Data’s advice… 1 money shot to the groin
The Results:
EIGHT sprays of Turn Up The Heat! I was pumped to see the results, good or bad. 15 minutes after application, I noticed my mood had started to change. I started to get cranky and edgy, which is not typical for me at all. I was in a crazy good mood just prior to application, and I wasnt expecting my mood to change this much. It gets worse. After about 30 minutes, I was one pissed off dude, and for no reason at all. I have never been such an asshole to my closest friends in all my life, and frankly that scared me a little bit. Shrugging it off, I went on with my night focusing as hard as I could to not be a dickhead. We got to the club about 45 mins after application, and I have to tell you… if you dont believe that pheros work, this test will ASSURE you 100% without a shadow of a doubt that this stuff is REAL. Im going to summarize my experiences here, because there were so many things, big and small, that I noticed nearly minute to minute.
The club we were at has a capacity of 460, but they never follow the fire code and its always shoulder to shoulder in here, so nearly everything was up-close and personal. We grabbed a few drinks from the front bar and slowly worked out way to the dance floor on the lower level. By the time we got there, we needed more drinks so we made a pit stop at the bar next to the dance floor. Trying to squeeze in around a crowded bar full of college kids, there was a guy next to me - nearly twice my size - who kept glaring down on me with a look on his face that said “Im going to kick your ass, punk”. Nearly every guy I stood around for any length of time would give me one of two reactions. They would either hold their ground and get pissy with me, or they would turn and get the hell out of there. This seemed to be a time when “size really matters”, because all of the guys bigger than me would hold their ground and glare at me, and the smaller guys would simply avoid me. :rolleyes:
The dance floor:
This was the enjoyable part of the test… well, kind of. 
I have NEVER had so much hot and heavy female attention from multiple sources, angles and vantage points (yes… vantage points) in all my life! Out of a dance floor of probably 200 people, I had 8 “ready-to-go” females giving me their full undivided attention within ~15 minutes!!! All of this female activity around me brought a little unwanted attention from some of the dudes on the dance floor, who were not holding back on letting me know i was NOT welcome there. A sharp elbow in the back… being “shouldered” and nearly knocked over… and literally being “pushed” out of the way…a beer getting spilled down the back of my shirt… all on the dance floor. Even being smaller than some of the guys there, I wasnt in a mood to be pushed around, and I was eventually pulled off the dance floor by two buddies of mine who happened to see a couple guys standing inches behind me; not dancing… not “groovin’ to the music”… just standing there starring at me. After a break from the dance floor for about an hour, I headed back out one more time, and I was stopped by one of the bouncers who refused to let me on the floor again, claiming in was “too drunk”. This is strange, because I was the DD for the night, and had limited myself to two drinks, which I had at the beginning of the night. I explained my situation to him, which of course didnt work in my favor, but I wasnt going to let him tell me I was too drunk to dance. Arguing with a bouncer that could easily compact you into 3’ midget with one hand is probably NOT a good idea… especially while tweaked up on -none. Take notes from the Phunk! It landed me out in the street. Kicked out!!! I could not believe I just got ejected from my favorite and most frequented club. Pissed off, I didnt even wait for my friends. I just left.
The next morning I had a crazy crazy headache and felt like I was going to throw up. I took an extra hot, extra long shower with extra soap to get the extra -none off of this moron I call myself.
HORRIBLE experience! Next OD test is going to be a bit more responsible… less -none and NOT IN MY HAIR!!! 
Its late and I’m exhausted. Very sorry if its a bland read.
