Journal Entry
Reporting in MX235! And I’m not dead!
Gosh, it really has been a long time since I’ve seriously used pheros. I’ve stopped using them for a year or so by now, both out of sheer laziness and the fact that there hasn’t been a good situation to use them. Plus, I’ve been placed in a primarily female dominated environment, and given I have a tendency to use pheros when meeting members of the higher charged testosterone sex, I’ve been putting my lab on hold.
So anyway! I’m back to, firstly say hi to everyone I have/haven’t met and tell this forum that I’m still alive (to those of you who still remember me).
What drew me back? I’m glad you asked. It was my birthday! Okay, that was not really a valid reason, but it was one of those times when I really wanted to test my stuff out. Being away from home, I don’t have access to every single phero I own (see lists above for my collection). Well, more on that later.
I do have a small confession to make though. I recently discovered a salsa club that has a really good salsa community. I haven’t danced for almost 2 years, and breaking back into the partner dance community, it’s like breaking through a dry sex spell. Except that it’s dancing and doesn’t involve actual sex.
There’s this really cute guy I met there about 2 weeks ago - I suppose he’s the reason I kept going back for more (despite already being in a long distance relationship). At the end of that night I went, we exchanged phone numbers and Facebook contact details. Result is, we ended up frequently flirting with each other on MSN on a regular basis (since his MSN on his iPhone is forever online). Since then, I saw him twice, once on a sort of date and once when I brought a friend along to get some salsa done (dancer wants to dance type).
But given it was my birthday yesterday (and he insisted on me going), I wanted a little more attention than usual. I suddenly remembered that I did have a few pheros in my stash on hand to use. So as I got ready to hit the club in a semi-sexy dress (which shows more leg and has some interesting shoulder cuts without showing too much of some places), I started the experiment:
1 spray of MX 235 on chest and behind knees (total 3 sprays)
1 spray of Instant Openness on the chest
Dabs of Versace pour Homme eau de toilette on wrists, neck and inner thighs (yes, I love to smell a little masculine - and they somehow suit me imo)
I decided against using Instant Sexiness A just to be a guinea pig…even though I was tempted to dab a squirt or so.
I cabbed to the club, but I was a little agitated due to the driver’s incompetence. Maybe it wasn’t one of those “feel good pheros” like Instant Shine - but I was thoroughly annoyed at the driver for taking around 30 minutes instead of 15 to get me to the dance floor. When I got there, cute guy (whom I shall now dub as Ivan - name changed to protect the innocent) was talking to some girl (because he is such a social butterfly and all girls seem to love him), I headed straight to the bar, got my complimentary entrance drink (red wine) and made my way to the group of familiar faces I got to know since going to the club. Everybody in that small clique was happy to see me, since I’m not as much of a regular as they are. One of the newer girls (I name her Lena) started jabbering with me non-stop as I set my bag in the area behind the seats (it’s a small club and it’s generally safe to keep your belongings lying around). She just jabbered away non-stop! I like that, given I’m normally feeling awkward with my shyness in social situations.
So after a while, Ivan came back, put his arm around my waist and wished me a happy birthday before telling the rest of the group that it’s my birthday (because he’s the only one in that group with my contacts). Being his butterfly self of having to talk to everyone, he asked me how I was before I teased him back saying that “not everyone has the luxury to sleep until 4pm and lie in bed until 6pm!” I started to just smack his arm on occasions, and even went ahead to pinch his face (either my openness is affecting me, or I was feeling brave with the alcohol).
Then a guy (who looked more like an uncle in his late 30s) came to ask me for a salsa dance.
Okay, before I continue, I’ll say something about some of the dances you can encounter in this club. As it’s a “house of latin beats” (complete with a live band every night except Sundays), it hosts mainly salsa music (because so many salsa dancers go there just to dance), with some, in descending order of frequency, bachata, merengue, cha cha, rumba and argentine tango. Salsa involves quite a lot of touching (all you need to do is YouTube salsa), though normally it’s limited to general body touch in hold hands running (without rubbing - unless if the guy is trying to take advantage of you) down arms, shoulders, around waists, sometimes lightly combing the hair, while your feet are fiercely keeping up to the fast pace as the guy leads you along. Bachata is danced to a moderate beat, a little like the lambada where you dance really close hold together and your legs are between each other’s leg gap. In this case, the guy’s elbow could probably be closer to your armpit if he really wants to hold you close (more on that later!) The merengue is probably the easiest dance of all the ones I’ve mentioned - basically just sort of marching 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 as you dance. Cha cha is a fast dance, but with less hands running around body parts. It’s considered to be more of a cheeky flirty dance compared to salsa where, in my opinion, the girl probably has a little more power to tease (compared to the other dances) with beckoning hand moves since the guy does less touching. The rumba is a really slow dance, which can either turn beautifully romantic, or right down raunchy, depending on how you dance it. And argentine tango…slow passion with some power play going on between partners (just watch some Gotan Project tango dancers - that scene from Mr and Mrs Smith is an exaggerated version, but you can see the extras doing it in the background).
So back to the scene! An uncle asked me to dance. At first, I didn’t think much of it…until he had both his hands gripped on my waist. I’m not a high level salsa dancer and I honestly didn’t know what to do in that position, which I wasn’t too worried about until he did this hand thing that I can’t describe, but which kind of creeped me out. Let’s just say his hands were closer to my spine than just the sides of my waist.
After creepy uncle (whom I haven’t talked to after thanking him for the dance out of courtesy), as soon as I got back to the table, Lena continued her jabber. Are my pheros making her talk a lot? Ivan was there and continuously insisted on me dancing a birthday dance. I refused. Simply because I’m not a fan of birthday dances! So we talked more until he asked me for a salsa dance. First dance with him for the night! I’m not going to lie, he’s already a pretty good dancer for someone who’s only learned for 3-4 months. But last night, there was something a little different. He usually dances a little further apart from me, even on a packed dance floor. I felt that his eyes were burning more into mine more than usual. After the salsa, we went back to the table for drinks. After I drained my glass of red wine, I said that I was going to get myself “more alcohol”. He offered to buy me a drink, and while over at the bar, we just talked like our mouths can’t stop flapping. After the drink was served, some girl just came along and grabbed him to dance (how rude of her!)
Instead of sulking, I grabbed my tequila sunrise and went over back to the table where Lena and co are. We started talking about this new hot guy (whom we never saw before) but can really dance, and make a girl look awesomely good with his leads and dipping. (!) We were watching, mesmerized by this guy’s moves. He came over to our table somehow, and one of the girls whom I was talking to (I name her Belle) and introduced the new hot guy to all of us (let’s name him Jack). Soon after his dance with Belle, he came over to ask me for a salsa. His leads were so awesomely good I didn’t even need to think so much, other than to count my beat steps. He also had this look on his face as he pulled me up and got me into a dip at the end of the song. He gave me a few tips to glide smoothly - and sat down to talk some more (about how he wants to learn Argentine tango, places to dance in Hong Kong, etc…) until Belle wanted another dance with him because of a certain song (she was really really happy to be dancing with a new hot guy). So Ivan was back to the seats to have a chat. There was a lot of “accidental” touching going on because of the way we were seated on these high chairs: hands brushing legs, hands touching arms in agreement, knees touching thighs…and it was way more compared to the past few times we met.
After some more bantering and dancing with random guys, when Lena decided to hijack the chair I was sitting on, she was practically leaning forward with her black bra showing over her top. She herself isn’t a dancer, but she also seemed keen to have her time with Ivan, to which I responded with a break in the bathroom to check my make up wasn’t melting.
Then some bachata music came on and he said that he could only do the basic steps. At that point, I told him that I had revived my memories on the basics (thanks to the dance social the week before when I danced it with another guy), to which he offered his hand for me to accept. We first started when we were just dancing at about an arm length apart just to get the basics before doing anything fancy. After a few basics, he pulled me into a close hold: I bet he can smell my stuff with my head just next to his ear and our legs in between each others. (Note: most guys would keep it to normal ballroom hold where bodies don’t press each other if they aren’t familiar with the girl.) Throughout the dance, other than the odd turn and spin, we were almost like hugging each other. Throughout, we were just giggling because I had to watch his back so that we don’t end up colliding into other people. I’m certain we pretty much touched heads on the side by then.
By the end, we were arm and arm and headed back to the table for some more talking, until another girl came up and just draped her arm around him with this look in her eye saying “MINE!” We greeted each other and I smiled politely while they talked.
Right on cue, some cha cha music started playing. The thing with this club is that most people would know how to dance the salsa and some merengue with the odd bachata, but not many know how to cha cha (so the dance floor tends to be a lot emptier during those songs). It’s one of those times when my previous cha cha training came in handy as I was feeling really brave by then (who wouldn’t after 2 glasses of alcoholic drinks and the Instant Openness wafting my chest), asked if Jack knew how to cha cha. He does!
Without further ado, I had my cha cha going with hot boy Jack. And he does know his cha cha! I could just see Ivan in the distance with his eyes pointed more towards the dance floor rather than the girl who was all over him. I made sure to look just as into Jack (his eye contact is really strong and he’s just smiling as he told me not to think about my feet). I don’t know if it was the 235 working, or the alcohol, could be both - I somehow managed to do some solo dance moves that I never really had the confidence to do with my arm movements because I’ve always felt silly and self-conscious over doing those stuff.
Having said that, by the time I sat back down, it was closing time for the club. So, in Ivan’s car along with Jack, Lena and Belle, we drove to a nearby 24hour food centre for some fried rice, with some funny banter going on about how the Filippinos would eat some delicacies (not going to go indepth here, it’s about this food where you eat an unhatched chicken…shudder), before talking about salsa dance in other places (because Jack and I are practically expats). From our previous convo back in the bar, he mentioned that he’s stationed Hong Kong, where I’ll be going back (most probably permanently) after a week. While we were eating, Jack mentioned that he wanted to learn some Argentine tango and he was complaining about girls until he touched my arm and said, “I may have found a partner!” WIN.
We said goodbye to Jack as he cabbed back to his hotel while we took a long drive back home. After dropping Lena off, Belle was silent in the front seat so it was just me and Ivan talking about animals. Ah well…and it all ended with Ivan dropping us off at Belle’s car so that she can take me home. She was back to her non-stop talking as soon as we were on the road though. 
What an end to a birthday night at 5am!
And right now Ivan’s MSNing me again with the possibility of late supper.
Overall: a really happy night. Some eyes from women who see you as competition, but generally…everyone’s happy.
It couldn’t be farther from me though, I am such a push over myself.
) and actually even heard the tornado alarm going off! So I’m telling my daughter “We have to grab the cat, figure out how to get Daisy downstairs, and grab a few emergency things, like one bag that you can pick up and run with.” So she comes out in the hallway with pillowcases packed with stuffed animals and blankets, none of her clothes or anything mind you. And my bag…stuffed with my lip balms and pheros! 
Somehow that part got left out of or little get together. Guess he’s not really the guy I thought he was, so it’s a good thing he’s not mine.
please enlighten me!