Testing P83 on the East Coast - walking around town
I’m visiting some friends and family on the East Coast, and as you may or may not know, the Northeast region of our beautiful country is unfortunately notorious for people being pretty uptight and unsociable.
I know this first-hand, having lived and gone to school here twice, talk about being lonely in a crowd! I’ve observed that the further North and the further East one travels, the more uptight people tend to be. Oh, and also, more urban areas tend to be more uptight than less urban ones.
Anyway, today as I and a 10 year old boy prepared to go take a walk and do some errands, I randomly decided to apply some chocolatini-scented P83 in 20mcg, 2 to 3 sprays.
No immediate self-effects to speak of, though the boy remarked that i smelled like chocolate. He happened to be wearing a cookie-like fragrance (non-phero!) because we had been playing with my perfumes earlier, and said that since he is the cookie and I am the chocolate, then together we can be a chocolate chip cookie, lol.
I had a pair of nice pants that had a slight tear in the seam by the zipper that needed mending, and I remembered a place that used to do such repairs, so we went on a pretty long walk to that neighborhood. Fortunately it was still there (I also had to bribe the boy with the promise of getting something to eat/drink and also stopping at a small park that I remembered was in that area, lol).
As we walked, i was in a great mood. Don’t know if it was the pheros or just me, but as we walked, I could not resist giving each sullen face we passed a warm smile, to try to get them to smile back.
To my happy surprise, it actually worked in just about every case!
I would not always get a full smile, but I would look them right in the eyes, in a friendly and non-threatening way (plus it probably helped having a young boy with me, so they would not think I was some weird perv trying to pick them up or rob them or something lol), and I wouldn’t be satisfied unless I at least got the corners of their lips to curve just a little, or a little smile in their eyes.
My young accomplice was having fun too, in fact we were bonding quite nicely. Though I’ve known him all his life, I had not seen him in over 2 years, and (especially at that age where they change so much, so quickly) he was so much more mature and less silly and slightly awkward than before (though of course I quickly got him back to my supremely silly level, lol).
At the dry cleaner/tailor place, the elderly Asian man was initially quite quiet, and said that his wife was on vacation and that only she operated the sewing machine and that he could only sew by hand (the area needing mending was right along the zipper seam, and just a little straight line from a sewing machine was just what it needed - I had already considered doing it by hand myself, but decided it might look too bumpy and not straight enough).
The elderly man was very apologetic about his wife being away and about his inability to use the machine. He offered to do it by hand, right away, for $1. I was amazed, I had not been expecting that at all. I had thought for sure I would have to drop it off for at least a day or more, and that it would cost certainly more than a dollar (like maybe closer to $2-$3). He did it in no time while we chatted and I was on my way before I knew it. (I haven’t tried the pants on yet or given them a “test run” tho, maybe I’ll wear them tomorrow).
Next, I had to make good on my promise of food or drink, so we stopped at a convenience store that was staffed by a fairly attractive Indian (from India Indian) guy who appeared to be in his early 20’s. There was a case that had a selection of Italian ices, and my young partner decided on one of those. We asked the Indian guy for a small size, in watermelon, but there were no small cups left. The Indian guy looked me right in the eyes with a warm and slightly flirtatious glance, and said that he would just use a medium cup but just charge for a small. Which he did. 
We then walked to the small park and sat while my young accomplice ate his ice. The park was a memorial park to WWI, it was quiet with huge trees, green grass and a nice breeze. I felt happy and content, and so did the boy.
Next stop, a little pizza place that was another long walk, since I wanted to go to a certain one and not just any old pizza place since I wasn’t in town for that long, and didn’t want to waste my rare and precious pizza eating on just any old pizza, lol. My young friend sighed a little at the walk at first, but I quickly got him into the spirit of it, and we finally and gratefully entered the air-conditioned restaurant.
We ordered slices and drinks to take to a booth and eat. The boy was acting kind of silly-punchy, I had to admonish him just a little to chill out, remember his manners (in a nice way of course, not enough to burst his happy mood).
The supermarket was fun as well, especially as it was an even better environment in which to play the “make them smile” game.
We got back to where I was staying, played some backgammon until his mom came by to get him. He did not want to leave, he wanted to stay and stay, but I promised him we would spend time together again soon.
Adjectives to describe the day: Happy, relaxed, cheerful, friendly. I felt that people who seemed a bit reticent were being less so than they usually were (though these were all strangers, this was the feeling I got).
(Only 12 more days here, I hope my leaky to-go’s of MX397 and MX412 that I returned arrived safely and that the replacements will get here to me soon so I can test them while I am still in this fabulous testing environment!)
I would feel bad if we did you wrong somehow.