The bachelor party
On the flight up from LA, I again decided to use some to-go A314, IS, and IO to get me through TSA quicker, smoother. I dunno. The way it I had observed it effecting the people at the grocery store, I figured it had a better than average shot and I got through with no issues, and in fact was treated with the utmost respect the whole time. I never use the millimeter-wave crap and always take the pat-down, and it went.. well, as well as any groping by a man can, I guess. 
Anyway, flying north to my home in the north Bay Area of California, this was a quick 1 hour flight from LA. One of the most gorgeous flight attendants I’ve ever seen was aboard this flight. She was in the terminal, and caught my eye there because she would constantly be shifting the position of her long, smooth legs. I got up from my seat across the terminal, and maneuvered myself closeby where she was, which happened to be the place where you could hook in to the phone rechargers. So I made like I was doing that, letting her catch a long smell of the pheros I was wearing to take her attention.. I could tell she had some sort of reaction, because I saw her turn in my direction and almost smell the air before shifting her leg cross toward me almost unconsciously, and I saw her take a long peek. Aboard the plane, she came by my row a lot more than was necessary as part of her job, and could linger there, checking the security of the overhead bins etc. During the flight, she came and offered me a beer, and then came back almost toward the end of it, and offered a refill.
Now, I’ve had this happen before on these trips, it’s nothing special. But she certainly seemed to have noticed something.
The bachelor party was a concert at the Fillmore West, in San Francisco. The band, was sort of an indie band, and it drew a lot of very cute young females. Before the show, I used a few different things. I had been using the P102 that came with the shipment before sleep before this time, because someone had mentioned it created vivid dreams, and it does. But it’s nighttime effects are amazing. I put a spray of P102 on my chin, and it feels like I have super night time vision, and clarity of focus. It widens my perception beyond the little reality box that I normally can take in. Night vision is improved and the shadows are not so dark. You take in and focus on things that you normally would not have noticed before. It almost feels like the beginnings of a mushroom trip.
So, P102 on the chin, 20mcg x2 of P83 on the insides of the elbow joints, 1x on stomach, IS 2x on back of the neck, A314 on the head in my hair, Ammo 2x (2 sprays) to the chest), and IO 2x on the wrist, one spray spread between the two.
When the band started to play, I noticed 2 girls just behind our 9 man group who were looking to be brought into the set. I wasn’t sure of this fact until I saw them move up next to us, and make some street theatre with their phones and giggling so they were in plain view of us, tossing of the hair, and several other indicators. I walked to the edge of my set, within touching distance of one of them nearly. I stood there for about a minute or so, and then turned and walked away from them to chat up my friends, letting the trail dissipate a little, while I showed “leadership of men” qualities. We all shared a joke, and eventually I moved back to the edge, and these girls began their theatre again with the phones. I pulled up a picture of San Francisco on my phone that I’d taken from the airplane the last time I’d flown to LA, and said that as I casually showed the girl next to me the picture. She took immediate interest, and asked what I did in LA, to which I said, I work in the North Hollywood area, and I go down there often but I live up here, etc. Their 2 set was broken. Both girls were about 20, 21 or so. College girls, easily 9’s. They fell all over themselves to talk to me, tell me about themselves, one of them was in communications, the other was a physics major, they gave me their names, and their LAST names, where they were from, turns out they were from southern CA, Anaheim area. They asked me if I was a Dodger fan, I had to admit I wasn’t. That sort of lost them a little… but I told them the only sports I really dig is Serie A Soccer because I’ve been to Italy and seen a couple games there. They were back, and started telling me about their travels, they’d been to Portugal and Spain, and other places. They told me where they worked, what they wanted to do, etc. One of them, I’ll call her Emily, she was the one I was closest to when the mone trail hit them, she was pushing herself against me, literally, pushing her boobs against my arm as she talked, putting her hands on my arm and back… her friend, who I’ll call Chelsey was not doing that, but she felt it was an intriguing fact to tell me she was Jewish, that she had her last name in Hebrew tattooed on her pelvis, and felt the desire to show it to me, by pulling down the waistline of her skirt, exposing her pink ruffly panties as she showed me a spot as near as her mound as I think you could possibly get without showing it all, that indeed had a finely lettered tattoo of several Hebrew characters.
Unbelievable.
I could have number closed, but I was being scrutinized by my friends at this point who knew I was married. So, I invited Chelsey and Emily in to meet some of the other guys, in particular the only single guy with us at the time. They seemed to fit right in, and I felt that I’d done my job. I excused myself to the girls to go to the bathroom because I was getting a little too big of a head at that point, I’d felt the eyes of all my friends on my back at that point going, what the fuck… how the fuck is he doing that?
I’m 36, I look young still, but I don’t look like a college age guy. I’m certainly intrigued that I still had it enough to open a 2 set with 2 young college aged 9’s. I felt like a freakin’ million bucks before I even talked to them, but after that, I seriously felt an ego boost like I’d not felt in a long time.
I wandered around the Fillmore West at that point, just looking at the incredible history of the place, the posters and memorabilia that line the walls of that place, just opening various sets with open ended things like, can you believe the history in here? or, Oh, my god, I didn’t realize the Cure played here in 2005, I would have just been.. blah blah.. I wasn’t trying to find the hot girl in the set to get with her, I just felt like talking to people, and I found I was never rejected from a set on opening. SOMEONE in the set wanted to talk longer with me, and would take me somewhere to look at something and say something about it.
I wandered, social butterfly style all night. Even opened a 2 set of girls (probably a pair of 8’s, I’d say) by just gently bumping one of them and then casually asking for a light. They sat and talked to us for about 5 minutes before our gang headed out into the SF night.
I came in, locked the door and she was like YAY! I was hoping you’d show up!