After a long, self-imposed, 30 day hiatus from mones (you have to be away from them for a while to appreciate how they impact your life) I’m back in 100%. Testing as often as the opportunity presents itself last night I decided to break out P109.
Total used 30 mcg
Neroli scented
On exposed skin (please do not ask me where I applied it because I don’t take note where, just as long as its exposed pulse point)
Location: Memphis Flying Saucer
I’ve gone against the grain on this one and decided to read some reports from a trusted respected member: msselva. I limited my exposure to testing it to her reports to determine if my observations were consistent with what I was experiencing. While her reactions located here:
Thank you April muah! - PheroTalk Pheromone Research Forum
P109 is pretty cool! - PheroTalk Pheromone Research Forum
( I was a total b*tch today. )
p109 Another report. This stuff is Awesome. Confirmed! - PheroTalk Pheromone Research Forum
There are others who have also reported on it, but again I wanted to limit my pre-research on someone vastly different. A sweet, sweet girl as innocent as the driven snow
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Like I said: VASTLY different!
OK so my results were very interesting and for a while the great SteveO was confused and couldn’t decide what was going on. Well, maybe I’m not so great after all:o. While msselva reported that everyone was giddy and cheery and it presented a sense of closeness, that’s almost opposite of my reactions, but only after I pondered this did I come to my conclusions.
I sprayed 30 mcg on me right before I got out of the car. While walking to the bar I really don’t recall if I felt anything. I do remember a point thinking how much I hated stairs as I traversed down them from the parking garage.
I was in the bar on a couch up against the wall with my wingman sitting next to me with a space in between us. Seated to the left of him was C, one of his pivots. Apparently there was some type of party of blue shirted older men posturing attention from the waitresses. I wasn’t really bothered by it, but my wing and his pivot seemed to be agitated by their presence. The God of smoke filled lungs and Cuba was singing her praise on me while I smoked a cigar rolled on the thighs of virgins from a land afar over a pond. The fine smoke rising up to embrace the cobwebs high on the concrete ceiling, lingering looking to escape its confines. A warm earthy palette that caressed my tongue as it descended its way into my essence mingling with the core of my soul. A good cigar is enjoyed for all its splendor and glory.
I was wearing some old blue jeans washed with rusted steal to tarnish their presence. Old and withered the frail leg bottoms had been torn and lay in taters over my old brown rocker boots. A long chain dangled off my belt loop. A t-shirt with archaic skulls and designs topped off with a Stevie Rey Vaughn style hat. I sat kicked back with my boot propped up on the table. One of the waitresses came over to me and said one of the girls over by the window bar wanted to know if I was a rockstar. You Damn right I am!
The girl came over and sat and talked to me for a while. She asked me what band I was in. I laughed at her lackluster attempt to break my will to her charms. No babe, I get this often, you are not different from the rest and there are plenty others. The bartender, my girl of recent exile, came to lay claim to what was hers. She wasn’t standing for anyone intruding into what she wanted to claim as hers, but fortune would not smile down on her. No she was over and so yesterday.
We joked and we laughed and self effects had me feeling an comfort with myself, like msselva, but more on a confidence level. I wasn’t bothered by the blue shirted flock of men who puffed on over priced cigars as if they were enjoying them. All the while they secretly wondered why they were there, drinking with elongated phallic symbols protruding from their hands their mouths. A true man smokes a cigar and the joy is self-evident in the enjoyment itself. These blue shirted devils postured, throwing their heads back in exagerated movements to puff. Holding them high in their hands, displaying bright golden labels bristling with glitter and glam. They exude douche bag, completely oblivious to the faceted reality they live in. A gem of a world with so many dimensions hidden by self-loathing fear that grips them, clueless!
The regular waitresses wandered by said hi as they plopped down on daddies lap. Soon though it was evident as one after another got up to leave quickly, bemused by the man who sat there. Who was he, did they know him, what had drawn them to this stranger? Inside while I was confused why even my exiled blue eyed devil refused to sit there, but instead conveniently positioned an end table between us to talk to me and then scurry off. Yes good times would be had now that I was so sure I was over her.
They all came and went without ever a glimmer of hope, the God of pink and Squishy delights had abandoned me, her namesake scorned by me. There would be no loving tonight. I actually sat there not much involved in conversation, but it was OK. I wasn’t bothered by it and somehow I knew the time was right for change. The autumn equinox had brought in the cool breezes and like wind blowing through the trees I too would traverse the ether of my reality. So many sides to the diamond.
I kept noticing the new girl though, something about her. I couldn’t decide if I liked her, I could not determine if I was caught in a spiders web. She had me with something, but what that something was I was not aware of yet. We would make eye contact several times, over the course of hours, never for more than a glimpse, but it was eye contact. We both knew, but what, what did we know?
I asked my wing and his pivot what they thought about the new girl. She was skinny and some how prissy. My wing aid isn’t that the one you wanted to hook up your project (my friend I am helping with seduction skills) with? Yeah, it s her. Well I decided to proclaim that because I couldn’t decide what it was about her, whether I liked her or not, that I was going to have to hook up with her. Even knowing that all night every past girl (there were 4 there I had “relations” with) had practically ran from me I needed to take the shot. I fight through my fears and doubts and take the plunge.
Junky: Do you like lemons?
A: Actually I’m more a lime kind of girl?
Junky: Oh you’re one of those girls! Too bad.
A: What’s that mean?
Junky: smiled and walked away
It ended with me knowing that I overcame my inner chatter, putting aside fear and doubts. Somehow the wind rustled through the changes in the ether. The changes that would be forthcoming. Somehow the game was new, different. A new frontier was presenting itself an entire new dimension of change. I parted wways with her watching with a big genuine happy-go-lucky (just like me) smile as I slowly, deliberately walked away leaving her guessing. Time will tell 
As I drove home I realized its all about the congruency. I had failed to embrace the congruency rule myself that I so do preach. By failing I had learned a valuable lesson and thus making the failure into a success. Zig Ziggler says if we learn from our failures then these educations negate the failure and we really were successful. I like Zig Ziggler.
While I didn’t quite understand it at that time, here’s what I learned: The other ladies I have dated and done questionable immoral things with, all have come to know me as the rocker with the attitude. The Rock Star, the guy who kicks back and enjoys life. The I don’t give a fuck guy. P109 isn’t that guy! P109 adds a vibe of cheery happiness. The I’m happy so life is great and nah I don’t have any type of attitude either. Where as normally life is great so I don’t give a crap with an attitude vibe I put off.
An interesting observation is that this molecule somehow transcended the regular reactions of these girls. They were keenly aware that the Rock Star was still the Rock Star, but somehow he was nice. It wasn’t about my reaction to the molecule it was their reaction to the molecule. I became acutely aware that while even though I have an attitude I’m still over all a nice guy. P109 changed all that and removed the attitude, not so that I was beta-boy, but so I was ALPHA happy guy and that was the primary difference. My girls recognized this and steered clear. Maybe because they didn’t recognize me, maybe they just didn’t like this. Maybe A will be a new turn of events that will alter my path. Will she react the same to Ijerk? So many maybes, so may new testing opportunities.
The diamond has sides.