I’ve decided that I need to engage in a little contemplative meditation and find out where I am and how far I’ve come in the time that I’ve been using pheromones.
Yesterday I got a string of ‘hits’ that, prior to using pheros, almost never happened to me. So when I first started walking on this road that we’re all following, I was happy to conclude that the pheros were working.
The catch is that yesterday I wasn’t using pheromones at all. I haven’t been particularly social over the past couple of weeks and so they’ve sat in the drawer unused. I can only conclude that my demeanour, body language and outlook on life has changed and therefore, the first impressions that a stranger receives of me as a person has altered. Enough has been altered to make me feel the need to re-calibrate my head, and change my definition of ‘hit’.
I was waiting for a bus, third in the queue, and a little old lady came and sat on the bench to the side. I nod in greeting, she nods back and I’m the one to strike up a polite conversation for a change. It starts off with the standard topic between strangers, the weather, the blizzards we’ve had and moves on to her grandchildren; school holidays; I miss the long, lazy days of summer etc.
We’re chewing the fat and the conversation is bouncing along at a good pace. Normally, it burns out after a few seconds. She’s happy and animated, gesturing with her hands and plenty of eye contact.
I look at the guys ahead of me and behind. Dead to the world, buried in newspaper or bopping to their iPods. I spot a mini-skirted lovely walking towards us. Purple figure-hugging skirt, black lycra leggings, knee-length boots, busty, wearing a ridiculously tight low-cut T-shirt and denim jacket. The animal wakes up, gives her an appreciative up-and-down scan and growls in approval. She asks me for the time and joins in the conversation, eyes wide and permanently locked on mine, smiling with a tinkling laugh and flipping her blonde locks back and forth. Turns out she’s meeting her boyfriend off the train, lucky guy.
The bus comes and I select my seat, deliberately choosing one far to the back, testing them to see if they follow. I sit down and they choose the two in front of me. Both of them make a half-turn to carry on the conversation and it lasts until we reach our destination. They both touch my hand goodbye and the blonde girl gives me a wink. I let them both go first, her boyfriend’s got a diamond of a girl there, and go about my business.
This would be a hit, but it’s not. Some time out is definitely needed. I’ll be raising the bar, demanding more out of the Androtics pheros and it will be a new, more dangerous Musky that emerges.
I would advise users old and new to take regular breaks from pheromone use for this reason.
Musk