# pheromone fried rice **URL:** \ **Category:** Men's Journals\ **Created:** [January 5, 2009, 9:16am UTC](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/pheromone-fried-rice/24524 "2009-01-05T09:16:16Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 1\ **Showing post:** 617
**Author:** ![jayarea](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/j/48db29/32.png) [@jayarea](https://pheromonetalk.com/u/jayarea)\ **Post date:** [April 21, 2013, 7:19am UTC](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/pheromone-fried-rice/24524/617 "2013-04-21T07:19:40Z")
The 5-hour date that I just went on - long, by first date standards - was one of the most, if not the most, interesting pheromone journeys I’ve ever experienced. That deserves so much respect, I’ve written out the entire word “pheromone” instead of shortening it like I usually do. I know I said I would provide a report of how the date went in addition to a hit report. We can sum up the date like this: I crushed it. I was in control from the moment I put on the first drop of A314 to after the hug goodbye. That’s not important, though. I would instead like to focus on the mix, IBF, and how it crafted an incredible phero adventure and took me for a wild ride. IBF (courtesy of, and accidentally adapted from, P51Mustang): 2d A314, one neck, one forearm 2s TUTH split forearms 50 mcg P96 split forearms (my bottle’s dosage is 25 mcg and I tried for a tiny spray to get close to the original 30 mcg that was called for but accidentally double pumped) 30 mcg P83 split forearms 15 mcg P74 split forearms All applied 40 minutes before exposure to QEG **The pre-shock** I arrived to the restaurant early and she was already there, sitting at the table facing away from the door. I walked over and got her attention as I was sitting down. This may have been rude but I did this to avoid the awkward “Do we hug, shake hands, etc?” dance. Over the next 15 minutes, I noticed three types of “pre-shock” from her: 1. Typical first date shock. New date, new restaurant, unfamiliar surroundings. 2. Shock of seeing me. Most likely, she did not remember my face from before and had to take some time to process it. I recognized her because she is so quirky; to her, most guys aren’t quirky and thus it’s harder to stand out in her mind. 3. Shock of style differences. I was clean cut in slacks and a polo. My entire appearance and mannerisms were different than what she’s used to in her circle of friends. All the while, I was calm, collected, and in control. My eye contact was there and I gestured a lot with my hands while talking in order to build the phero cloud. Near the end of these 15 minutes, I could see her starting to get hit with the mix. **The actual shock** For the rest of dinner, maybe 35 minutes or so, she was in complete, actual shock. There were tons of DIHL and times when I asked a question and she sort of jumped awake and replied abruptly. At first, briefly, I thought I was ghosting from the TUTH. Then I realized it was just shock. How did I know? She was still responding positively. My ghosting and OD experiences have resulted in other people not responding or even responding negatively. There’s also the status component. 2d A314 was right on the mark. It was enough to elevate me above and beyond the normal crowd but not so much that she felt like she was talking to a judge or something. I noticed a lot of reverent looks from her - those ones where a girl bows her head down and looks up at you, but not in a flirty way. Add all this to the fact that I was leading the conversation topics, answering her questions and making her laugh, and pretty much the date was already a success at this point. **The breakdown** This next part is a super downer. It pains me a little to write it, and it might be painful to read, but it’s important for QEG’s back story and understanding her actions in any future journal posts. QEG is incredibly broken as a person. I feel like a dick just typing that but it’s true (though those are my words, not hers). She is one year younger than me and has seen and been through shit that would make any 20-something year old person crack. Maybe she herself cracked at one point; who knows. She did not get into too much detail but she did mention family problems, money problems, drug problems, and all sorts of other things. The reason she’s so quirky (and again, my words, not hers) is because this was how she dealt with problems, and is a result of her problems. Her tattoos seem to have meanings. She reads “weird” books because it either allowed her to escape from reality, or help her associate a fictional situation with real life and see how to resolve problems. There are major trust issues too, stemming from something she did not mention. She confirmed the date with me at least five times this past week over email, then right before the date (when she was probably already in the restaurant), she texted me and asked if I was still coming. I didn’t feel that she was truly comfortable on the date - taking away the shock and all that - until at least the second half, maybe the last third. It gets worse, sadly. I already knew of her problems and issues, just not their extent. I talked with friends of her friends and everything started out as highly credible rumors - that is, rumors with a lot of basis in fact and with lots of information. Then I dug deeper and found out that these were all true things. The breakdown started as we were walking to a bar after dinner. We passed a smoke shop that had a small crowd hanging outside of it. A smoke shop is a shop that sells tobacco-smoking products like pipes; however, most of the people who visit smoke shops put marijuana in the products. Our date happened on April 20th (4/20 in American date format) and the number 420 has a significance in the weed-smoking culture. QEG looked the crowd and said “Oh yeah, it’s 4/20 today, looks like people are celebrating.” Now that I think of it, it was probably a combination of the P83 and my wanting to put everything in the clear that led me to do the following action: I said to her, “Did you celebrate at all today? I know you used to.” _Editor’s note: I personally do not do drugs. I don’t mind if other people do but if someone is highly into drugs, like celebrating 4/20 or something similar, I think less of that person and I’m not afraid to voice that opinion._ She didn’t even question me or pretend like she didn’t know what I was talking about. She knew that I knew what I knew about her. She laughed it off and said “No, I’m not like that anymore” but visibly, she was shook up. At the bar, she kept saying “I’m so sorry that you know that”, “I had a bad past”, and other variants of those phrases. I just nodded. I had showed my hand, dealt my blow, and the ball was in her court now. It was clear to her that I thought of the “old her” as a lesser person; it was unclear to me if the “old her” still had any influence on the “current her” I was talking to that night. We settled into a drink and eventually she started talking again. She wanted to know how I knew about her past. I didn’t leak my sources but I gave her an otherwise full picture of what I knew and said I just found out by asking around, as is common on first dates when there are mutual friends of friends. She acknowledged this and slowly accepted it. Her breakdown hit a peak near the end of the first drink. We were talking about her drug problems and she was trying to make a case for herself that she was not that same person anymore. Her voice was weak and eventually she just was not making sense. I said to her, “Look, everyone has a past.” And boom, she broke down. Hard. For this I can definitely thank P83 and her bottled up emotions. I’m not necessarily proud of putting her on the verge of tears (and actually I think I did see some tears), but it was needed to move on with the night. She let it all out. She said she arrived at the restaurant extra early so that if I had responded “Sorry, can’t make it” to her “Are you still coming tonight?” text, she could leave and not waste too much of her time. She’s used to shady and flaky people. The two times I opened the door for her, once when leaving the restaurant and once when entering the bar, she was taken aback because nobody has ever opened a door for her. She started to apologize for being too sappy and I stopped her and said “No, let it all out.” Finally she got everything out and we could move on with the night. **The build-up, part 1** And so we moved on. We settled into drink two and shifted the conversation over to more fun first date questions like favorite things to do in town and other such nonsense. The mood changed, the alcohol was kicking in, and now it was time for TUTH to shine. The bar was starting to fill up so I moved my stool closer to her and straddled her stool so that she was basically sitting in between my legs. I also started some kino and she responded kindly. We finished up at the bar and still had some time before the play so she took me to a restaurant nearby that has a great bar. She was a little tipsy so she got a slice of cake to share with me and I got a drink. We were there 20, maybe 30 minutes and the conversation the whole time was completely sexual. We talked about sex versus lust versus love, favorite or interesting sexual positions, etc. She mentioned that she has experimented with other girls before and described in detail what she liked and didn’t like about doing so. It boiled down to her being very sexual with someone with whom she is comfortable, whether it’s a guy or girl. This again was P83 and bottled up feelings at play, though in a positive and sexual light. **The build-up, part 2** We left the second bar and headed over to the playhouse for the show. It was no more than a 10 minute walk and in that time, our flirtations increased multiple-fold. Playful jabs, sexual kino, everything except for putting my arm around her. I did not want to come on too strong yet. Then it was her turn to drop a bomb on me. Randomly, she asked me, “Will I see you again?” I was surprised by this question. We were not even to the main attraction of the night yet and she was already wondering if we would meet again. I stammered, “I… suppose so.” By this I meant that we had gotten in touch and like the same things, so it was easy for us to connect again, though I did not solidify a future meeting. She seemed to not like my answer and joked, “I was expecting a more enthusiastic ‘Sure!’ answer.” I turned the tables back on her and asked, “Well, what made you ask me at this point in the night?” She replied, “I’m having a really great time with you and I enjoy this.” Then, and only then, did her walls come down. Up until this point, she was highly guarded. Rightfully so, I guess, given her past. That was the reason I didn’t want to put my arm around her before. With the walls down, it was a different story. I said to her, “I’m having a great time too and I think we’ll have more fun in the future.” She enjoyed this answer much more and squeezed my arm while saying “Awesome!” in a very happy voice. I don’t know if she was comfortable yet with me at that point, but I do know that it was probably right here that she was finally comfortable with the date. I had shown up early, been a gentleman all night, respectfully shown my stance on some issues she had in the past, listened to her outpouring of feelings, and flirted with her at her pace, and it seemed to sink in for her. **The slow burn kicks in** Mustang mentioned the slow burn while describing the effects of IBF. I’m sure if the negative part of the night hadn’t happened, the burn would’ve been more noticeable. At the playhouse, though, the burn was definitely there. She knew one of the ticket agents and got us upgraded to box seats. These seats are in the back so the view is not as good as being in the front but it’s a semi-private booth area where you can order light food and drinks. We both got a drink and sat down. I sat on the opposite side of the table from her because the waitress said our seating area was not expected to be full, and at first I let QEG have some space. She turned to me and asked, “Why are you over there?” I replied, “There’s enough space to stretch out a bit.” I may not be the smartest guy around but I’ve been around the block enough times to know when to take a hint. She wanted me to sit next to her. I was still processing her walls coming down so I didn’t realize it at first but once I did, I took the hint and moved over next to her. I actually one-upped myself and moved my chair behind and diagonal to her so that I was again more or less straddling her and she was sitting in between my legs. This made it very easy for her to lean back or turn slightly around to talk to me during the show. I was sore and aching by the end of the show from the awkward seating position, but it was worth it. During highlights of the play, she would turn around to whisper to me and I would lean forward to listen. We were within kissing distance multiple times. I also leaned forward and rested one arm on the table and another on the back of her chair and many times, she leaned into either arm. At one point, she sort of put her arm in my hand. The most sexual kino from me, due to my awkward position, was putting my hand on the small of her back when she turned around. The most sexual kino from her was putting her hand on my inner thigh a few times, and she rubbed that area once. We had split the bill at each place that night and were planning to split the drinks at the playhouse. Due to how the waitress approached the table from the back, QEG did not see the check brought over. I decided not to mention it and just gave my credit card to the waitress. After the show, QEG wondered where the check was and I said I took care of it. She said, “Looks like I’ll get us started next time.” Her tone was fairly serious and I’ll venture a guess that the emphasis was on “next time.” I parked at the restaurant away from the direction of the playhouse specifically so that we would reach her car first on the way back. There was a slight period of silence on the walk back where we didn’t know what to say. Then, once we reached the area near her car, we started talking about the fun things that happened and how we should do it again. At her car, she turned to me and started saying goodbye. I reached for a full hug, with both arms up over her shoulders (she’s shorter than I am). She reciprocated by putting her arms around my waist and slamming her face into my chest. _Editor’s note: At no point in the night did she say anything like “You smell nice.” I realize now that this may have been because of her walls. However, this is also because I applied pheros to my forearms, so any leaning in she did would not result in a blast of scent, yet it was still present if I waved my arms. I think in future meetings, given that she’s about chest height when hugging, I can try applying on the chest or neck._ We said goodbye and that we’ll keep in touch. I watched her get in her car and then I got in mine. **Conclusion** First and foremost, if you’re not already reading or following Mustang’s journal, do so here: [P51Mustang's Journal](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/p51mustangs-journal/38913) He has been my guide with his words and his IBF mix. There’s the obvious conclusion: the night went well. I conquered my first date fears, I conquered my eye contact woes, I (would like to think I) recovered nicely from bad answers and missed hints. There’s also the obvious mix conclusion: it works, and it works well. Mustang has tested it thoroughly, Steve has tested it, and now I’m proud to say I’ve tested it and welcome it into my mix collection. This mix covers all the bases. It’s a bomb without being a bomb. I will agree with Mustang that it’s a slow burn mix. I got lucky with a 5-hour first date but I could see this as a good second or third date mix where the attraction is already there and you want to escalate with a deep connection during a longer date. I’m going to leave out my conclusion on QEG for now. I need more time to process everything. Look for that post in a few days. If you made it down here, thanks for reading. Let me know any thoughts you have. --- _[View the full topic](https://pheromonetalk.com/t/pheromone-fried-rice/24524)._