That’s “newbie” not “newfie” for you Canucks out there!
Age: Old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyway… Yah, o.k., but what did you expect? Didn’t your mommy ever teach you it’s not nice to ask an adult how close to death^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H old they are? 
Seriously? I’m 45. Yep, hard to believe, isn’t it? Mid-life crisis arriving right on schedule![0]
Sex: Yes, please!
Oh, wait: you probably meant I should post my gender! Male. Definitely, positively male. Never had any doubts about that since before kindergarten. With the rare exceptions of my friends, I generally find other males irritating or abrasive on some level. Grrrr. Probably why I have so few friends [but they’re all ‘real’ friends, worth more than gold!]
General location: Lo-Cal So.Cal., where the money is plastic & the people are too! Specifically, southern Orange County.[3]
Work: I like to say “I work for a large multi-national research conglomerate” which anyone familiar w/ the real world will instantly realize “Oh, he means a University.” Universities aren’t about education folks, they’re about making money from basic research; the education cover is just a scam.
Specifically, I work in the campus library; no, I’m not a librarian, I don’t have an MLS.
About me: I’m built on the LES plan[4], but never broke 200# until well into my 30s. Just woke up after spending the last 8 years or so in a daze, spinning my wheels in an ever-deepening rut.[5] Anyway, I’m determined to make some serious, permanent life-changing alterations in my habits. I’m already working on a daily exercise regimen[7], and expanding my options. I work in an environment where I’m constantly surrounded by fabulous young hard bodies, but can’t even really chat them up[9] due to the extremist P.C. atmosphere of academia. OTOH, I greatly wish to expand my opportunities for personal interaction when not on the clock, and since I’ve never been one for the bar scene or clubbing[10], and quite frankly have never had anything even remotely resembling “game” (sigh)[11], I’m very intrigued by the possibilities represented by 'mones.
I tried some really dreadful “pheromone cologne” back when this stuff first started hitting the mass market in the early 90s: I say “dreadful” because I’m very sensitive to artificial scents, bordering on allergic, and of course, a cheap cologne that had some pheromone and HUGE markup added to it was just a really bad idea for me. Hopefully, my experiences now what with all the advances in the intervening years and the availability of “unscented” versions will allow me to mix up a combo of 'mones and EO that I can wear w/o aggravating myself and have some results that can’t be written off as “placebo f/x.”
I’ve already learned a lot about the current state of the market from reading posts here in just the last few days, and am looking forward to having some positive f/x on my life and surroundings when I start applying that knowledge that everyone here has so kindly shared. Thanks!
From what I’ve read so far, I figure I’m going to turn out to be a huge user of Shine, and will almost certainly be a regular user of a314[13] for work meetings. The future definitely looks fragrant for me! 
Gotta blaze,
Bruce
[0] - Actually, since most people have a life-expectancy of 70 or so, “mid-life crises” should begin around 35, but whatever. [1]
[1] - I come from long-lived folk; my LE is around 90.[2]
[2] - Barring unwarrantable circumstances like shark bite, bear attack and the random hazards of proximity to children under 5.
[3] - Just found out there’s an OC New York a year or so back when that cable show w/ the idiot father & son chopper builders got so popular. Who knew? Guess that’s just what I get for growing up in CA… and riding real motorcycles…
[4] - “Large, Economy Size.” Among my kind, when some irksome midget asks “What’s the weather like up there?” we like to spit & reply “It’s raining…” 
Seriously, after spending your adult life banging your head on stuff that some idiot hung up just above eye level, or squeezing into some moron’s idea of “adequate seating,” you begin to lose your patience w/ this nonsense.
[5] - Question: “How do you tell the difference btw being ‘in the groove’ vs. ‘stuck in a rut?’” Answer: “Try to think of changing direction…” [6]
[6] - This being one of the sagest modern musings I’ve come across…unfortunately, I’m now contemplating its sagacity on a daily basis!
[7] - Man, this stuff never used to be so hard! I never had to worry about putting on weight, could eat all the candy, cookies, ice cream whatever & just rely on my smokin’ metabolism to just burn it all away. Now it’s frickin’ work, and time-consuming to boot.[8]
[8] - And thanks to my shiftless sibs and dead-beat gf, time is one thing in very short supply for me. 
[9] - nor do I often much want too; even the graduate students seem like infants nowadays! But there’s always the exceptional individual that makes all the rules worth breaking…
[10] - Not entirely true; one of my favorite, if not the favorite, past jobs was when I worked as a bartender. That side of the bar scene was fun! 
[11] - Discounting the absurdly large %age of older women that used to hover around me & go all squishy when I was in my late teens[12] & I didn’t know what the heck to do about it…
[12] - Undoubtedly due to the copious amounts of -none I must have been producing at that time in my life, in retrospect.
[13] - Maybe forestalling some of the gross mis-management I’m constantly exposed to by getting the higher ups to actually listen… for a change!