Time of writing, 4:37AM:
The location is one of the most well known cougar bars in LA, bogies https://www.yelp.com/biz/bogies-westlake-village. I went out to hollywood with my friend who will be called pre school from now on (we met in ore school) and our uber driver said bogies was the spot to go for cougars. I have been there once before looking for cougars, and previous research has led me me to bogies for cougars. This is an affluent neighborhood, known for sugar mamas, sugar daddies. The atmosphere here is one where I don’t talk to a female in my age range, but a female 40+.
The dosage: one drop of A314 32, one MEGADROP of A314 rev 32, one spray of IS x2, and one more spray of IS x2 4 hours later. All applications to neck. Since I’m six feet tall, I figure diffiusion of the pheromones are guided to peoples noses.
The experience:Before entering we discuss that we should not be pursuing tonight, and talk amongst ourselves, allowing ourselves to be pursued.
We arrive at 10:30pm, and wait in line. We get our hands stamped after showing ID (21+ only) walk in, and have a drink. We go to the dance floor and scoop the scene. My friend goes to the bathroom so I go and dance with three older women for a couple minutes. I leave once the song is done.
For the entirety of the night, there is not an abundance of Cougars as I thought there would be but there presence was he’d to miss.
We regroup, buy another beer and sit down in a quiet part and talk amongst ourselves for a few minutes. My friend points out two, more mature, women to our 9 o’clock which I missed. Within a few seconds of noticing them I get up and walk toward them to introduce myself. Before I could make it to their table, they jump out of their seats and energetically greet me. One is from Columbia and speaks little English. She is a 9. One is from Peru and speaks perfect English, she is a 6. Peru looks to be 50. Colombia looks to be 30, still young.
We sit down around a fire pit. My friend is using google translate to communicate with Columbia and within a couple minutes my friend takes Columbia to the dance floor. I don’t see them for 15-20 minutes. I converse with Peru.
The conversation with a 50 year old women is very different from the 20 year olds I’m accustomed to. A lot of silence. I was a bit intimidated and was hesitant to run the same, high energy game I have always done in the last. She doesn’t seem TOO interested, not making herself overly available and is fairly quiet. We still had a good conversation. She is a therapist. Good respect and I was more composed, talking slower and more self assured as self effects of the A314. I felt more mature and on the same level as her.
Columbia comes back with a different guy. I separate and find my friend. “Yeah she wasn’t good at dancing and couldn’t speak English so I left”
I have another drink. We hang out, jump around on the dance floor. My friend starts talking to a cougar, it looks like her husband was at the same table. I had an eye on that table as soon as we arrived.
I walk to my car, get my leather jacket and three condoms. It was a good chance to gather my head. It’s about 12:30am. I have another drink. Things are starting to get blurry. I meet a handsome guy named Joe and ask why he’s alone. Maybe he’ll be a good wingman. We talk for a minute, and I find out he turned 21 at midnight. Cool. Him and I go to the dance floor, hang for a minute but we part ways.
I see this 50 year old guy at the dance floor bar. Doesn’t look like he’s having fun I show him a bottle of instant shine and ask “want some pheromones?” And he laughs saying no.
Around 1am we see Columbia and Peru at a table with their friends. We start talking. I start speaking broke Spanish and make her laugh. After a few minutes I start looking for someone who speak Spanish to help me out. I find a girl my age who speaks Portuguese. Interestingly enough we had a mutual interest in potential mates older than us, and there was a quick rapport and connection. Me and Portugal walked to Columbia and my friend. The two speak in Spanish, and the conclusion Portugal says “she doesn’t want to kiss you”. My friend and I depart a minute after.
We have another drink, sit down, talk about what we’ve learned. We consider leaving but decide to give it another try. It’s about 1:40am-ish. I walk to the bar. Younger girls my age are there. It’s getting late. I decide why not try.
Open the set “hi I’m Chris” this girls high energy. She is with her two cousins. They’re all pretty, and would sleep with any of them. We start talking. “Where are you from?” -me “I’ve lived in LA my whole life” “me too. What part?” “Beverly hills” “cool. My friends from Malibu” “I lived in Malibu too earlier. I went to high school there” (I have a theory where she tuned into the A314 vibe even though she’s young. She’s been around status her whole life)
We chat. I try this thing from the Neil Strauss book, the game, where I turn my shoulder away from her to seem uninterested. I also try this thing from the book where I frame myself as the prize. It was subtle on my part but it worked. She started asking me to buy her a drink. I said its against my religion. Her cousin/friend pegged me to buy her a drink. I’m paraphrasing here “I don’t buy girls drink I don’t know if this is gonna be a good return on investment” she said “I’m worth it” and leaned in, kissed me, we made out for a couple seconds. Her cousin was shocked, and in disapproval. “She has a boyfriend!” Said her cousin. “No I don’t” said Beverly Hills. She gave me a wink, put her arm around me. She starts talking about going home with me. The place closes in a couple minutes. People are leaving. Joe comes. Turns out this is his cousin.
“Buy me a drink and I’ll give you my number” I don’t agree. Play disinterested. “Buy me two drinks and I’ll go home with you” the employees are trying to get us out. I’m like…ok I’ll order two drinks. I see it as a wager to get her in my bed. I order two shots of Grey goose (yum). I have one, and she has one.
After the shot, she says “alright you’re taking me home”. Nicely done Chris. I tell her I’ll call an Uber. She walks out with purpose. I follow. Her cousin stop her in the door way. “I’m leaving with him. See you” and she races away. Her cousins congregate. “Don’t sleep with her, she’s underage” they tell me. They’re trying to convince me to not chase after her. I don’t put up much of a fight. I won’t risk the underage status. Joe says some mean things. Whatever, he’s written off. I leave.
My friend and I debrief in my car and talk about what we learned through tonight’s experience.
