Needed to go to the mall this evening. My golf glove for my left hand finally shredded itself, so I had to go to the sport store to buy a new one, plus I grabbed a dinner and coffee with a good mate who decided to join me.
About 5 minutes before I picked him up in the car, I put on 3.5 to-go bottle sprays of TAH at 2.5mcgs (my maths tells me that equals around 7mcgs in total, factoring in the 80% to-go spray factor and the first spray only coming out at half a spray). He’s in on the fact I wear mones, and immediately asked me what stuff I was wearing when he got in the car, as he said that he could tell I was wearing something. I kept him guessing a while.
Pulled up at the servo to put some petrol in my car on the way. Here is where I noticed my first hit of several for the evening. I pumped it into my car, then went to the store to pay the money. While in there I bought a drink and lollipop, and when I went to the single-line counter there was only one cute girl standing there waiting for the customer in front of us. She looked early twenties, very cute and caucasian ethnic mixed. I pretended to push in the line from the side, but then she moved into pay before me. She sort of fumbled through her wallet when paying, but couldn’t find the card she was looking for, then she looked at me and smiled and gestured me to go ahead. She told me something like “go on, you can move ahead of me, I don’t mind”,and she smiled at me, held my eye contact and laughed for a bit. I asked her if she was sure about it, she said yeah. I payed and then on my way out I stopped by to check some mens magazines on the magazine rack in the shop. I never noticed her walk out, but when I walked out and back towards my car she was standing in my direct line to my car, eating an ice-cream which she bought at the shop. I went up to her and spoke to her about the other better flavours of the ice-cream she was eating, almost like I was a connoisseur or authority on that type of ice-cream. The funny thing was right in front of us on the pillar was an advertisement for the exact same ice-creams I was talking to her about. She mentioned something like “coffee flavour…mmmmm” as I was telling her that one of the ice cream flavours had real coffee in it. I stopped to check what my mate was doing at this point waiting for me in the car, and his eyes had the look of surprise on it, plus his mouth was wide open, as if his jaw was about to hit the foolr in total shock from what was taking place. After she mentioned the “mmmmm” after we talked about coffee flavour, I decided to strike while the iron was hot, and I asked her out to coffee later that evening. Something along the lines of “Seeing that you just love coffee, why don’t you join me for coffee later this evening”. She declined saying that she was busy with her boyfriend tonight, but thanked me for the invite nonetheless.
My mate couldn’t stop talking about the interaction I had with this girl all the way to the mall while in my car. He told me I 'd be good at sales and should change careers and get into a sales job. I totally agreed with him.
We get the mall, and both of us are feelng hungry at the time. He really likes a female clothing shop assistant he’s seen there the few times he’s been there, and I challenge him to ask her out (he never did in the end). We look for something good to eat, he gets the chicken burger, while I go to a different shop to get a salad, as I’m trying to keep to a strict salad and water diet these days to help manage and reduce my gut which is starting to bulge just in time for summer:o. At the counter there are 2 women, caucasian/ethnic mixed and probably mid-late twenties. they are already ordering. One of them gets her order and walks away, the other waits for her serve to arrive. I turn to her and talk about how good it is to be on a salad diet and how much healthier and less bloated I feel while on it. She either tries to steal my authority, or doesn’t hear me properly and she begins to recommend a salad in the shop to me. I thank her for her recommendation, as I lie and tell her it’s my first time at the salad bar shop and she seemed quite happy to continue our conversation, before her friend interjected and dragged her away. Meanwhile the male shop assistant is offering me up samples, as he heard me tell her it’s my first time at the shop. As I’m busy ordering, another 2 ladies appear, one very average looking australian caucasian woman, and one absolutely gorgeous southern european/mediterranean background australian woman, probably both in their late twenties. Quickly I take the authority again and I start conversing with them explaining to them about balanced diets and what is good and bad, and how I’m on the salad diet now and the impotance of balancing meal sizes throughout the day, and what is good and bad to eat and drink for dinner if the time is past 6pm. The not so attractive one wasn’t having much to do with it, but the gorgeous one fully took to me, and she started explaining to me that all she ever has been eating for months is just these salads day in and out, and how she’s felt much better mentally and physically while being on the total salad diet. I argued and said that it’s also good to throw protiens in there, like grilled chicken or fish every now and then, and her eyes opened a little wider and smile broadened a lot and she agreed with me totally. She toatally agreed with everything I was talking about. Then I told her I’d tried the samples and she should definitely try salad X and Y as they were the best, and blah blah blah. Her retort to this was “what, like do you actually OWN this shop, wow, you seem to know everything about all the products and want to market the shop up. I joked and said “Of course I do”, but then added " nah, just kidding, of course I don’t…blah blah blah” “It’s after 6 now, so you should be doing the small serve, not the medium or large” She thanked me, and I went off to meet my mate at the chicken burger place in the mall.
We both got our meals and found a seat in the food court to eat them. Purposely, I took to the seat where on the table on my right were the two girls I’d just been talking to at the salad bar, plus there was a 3rd female friend of theirs who’d joined them, she was australian of mixed ethinicity (half filipino I think) and she was sitting closest to me and facing my direction, the other gorgeous one from the counter was sitting further away from me on her other side, and the average looking girl was facing them sitting parallel to me on their table. Immedaitely as I look at their table the gorgeous one I was talking to at the salad bar gives me a flirty, cheeky grin, looing into my eyes and says “you made me feel soooo guilty at the salad bar, that’s why my friends have large salads, and I’m only having a small”. she held her eye contact and grin, waiting for my repsonse. I stupidly tell her I’m sorry she felt that way about our interaction, but I know what I said to be right, trying to reclaim my authority in the situation. She tells me " Oh, that’s ok, I forgive you, I really did think you owned that salad bar or something the way you were carrying on, I sort of believed you a lot so i went with this one." Then she held up her bowl towards me and showed me what she was eating. " But it doesn’t taste all that good!" she added. meanwhile I kept talking about the different salad mixes we were all eating, and spoke about my knowledge of fatty vs non-fatty foods, and what we should be going for instead of chocolate if our body craves a chocolate fix, what the better alternatives would be. Then the gorgeous one blurts out to me out of the blue “yeah, we’re all on starvation diets!” and they all burst out laughing in unison.
I go back to eating my food and chatting with my mate, who is surprisingly very quiet tonight, he’s eating dinner and reading the newspaper. I hear the 3 women to our right again talking about an indian holiday that was on recently and how some of their indian friends had the day off work to celebrate it. So I decide to chime in again with my knowledge (as I had travelled to India previously). I tell them “Yeah, that holiday is called diwali, it’s like the new-year festival in India, I’ve actually spent 6 weeks in India and had a great time. It’s a totally amazing country to visit, lots of contrast and diversity, if any of you ever get the chance you should go.” I looked and addressed all 3 women this time as I spoke with them. I noticed that the one sitting closest to me, the half filipino australian was totally trying to take over the conversation with me this time, and toally quizzed me more on health foods and my knowledge in health foods. I qualified all of them by asking whether they all work in the office, as the other 2 were looking at work photos, turns out the other 2 (the original ones from the counter) work in a photo-lab shop, whereas the half australian filipino worked in an office, and she went on about how she was so stressed out in her job at the moment. I asked them all what they were doing this coming Tuesday for Melbourne Cup day, turns out they were all working. I tell them it’s a shame and they should all take the day off as it’s my birthday this tuesday as well. They all wish me happy birthday enthusiastically. meanwhile, my friend is busy reading the paper watching and hearing everything that is happening in our conversation, he’s feeling a little off-sorts tonight, I realise, to even join in. I ask them all their names, and we all exchange names, and then I ask the 3 of them for their facebook details, and they all tell me they’d be glad to have me on their facebook lists. I give them a pen, and they all write down their details for me. While the gorgeous one from the counter is not trying to show much interest in me anymore though, the half filipina girl tells me we should catch up again, and to write to her on facebook so that we can. I ask her for a breath mint and she obliges, I hold out my hand, she holds hers there for what seemd an eternity until the first mint popped into my hand. I tease her on her taste in mints, as I tell her she goes for the only mild ones, and she should try the hot ones instead. She tells me she also likes the sweet ones, but the hot ones she’d definitely skip.
I get up to go to the Gloria Jeans coffee counter to get myself a small size coffee. I’m at the counter when on my left is a young australian blonde-haired caucasian girl, probably very early 20s in age. I order my coffeee very boldly and confidently, meanwhile she is waiting to receive hers. She gets her coffee and then I get mine, meanwhile I notice she is wearing a sun-visor hat, one which I have an identical one of at home, only on the full-baseball cap version. I joke with the guy behind the counter that he probably doesn’t have change for my large bill (10$ bill, so yes it was a very bad joke), then I say to him “just kidding, I’m sure you do.” The guy behind the counter doesn’t look too up to speed with my humour, when all of a sudden the girl standing next to me says something very silly to OPEN ME in conversation ( I cannot remember what the hell she said, but it was a very dumb remark, one of the worst mumbled lines I’d ever heard in my life:o). Her body is fully turned toward me and her foot and leg is pushed out toward me in my direction pointing at me. I comment on her cap and how I have the same cap as she does, and it’s an awesome cap. She explains to me how she got the cap, and I get into some dumb conversation as to how I got mine. She says to me that it’s hard for her to find decent caps that fit her as the problem is her hair is too thick, then she bends over and kind of leans in towards me as she puts her haed down to show me her flowing blonde hair under her visor. When she puts her head up and looks at me again to talk to me I touch her hat/visor and show her which part of it is different to mine. Then I tell her I’m trying to lose my gut, and in order to do so I’m on a salad and water diet for the next month. She tells me that I’m crazy, and need to put some red meat into me as well. She tells me how she loves steak, and tells the guy at the counter too, how much she loves steak. I ask her where the best steak to eat around here is and she gives me the name of some pub-hotel nearby. I then tell her where I find the best steaks in sydney and give her directions how to get there. She touches my arm and tells me “I gotta run, see ya later, it was nice talking to you.” I would’ve got her number, and I know her interest level from her touching, words and body language was EXTREMELY high, but I decided not to as there was just something about her that didn’t really cause any electric spark of attraction in my brain. She was the type who was into atheltics, sports and rugby, and looked like the type who would be into her beer, even though she had a petite but fit figure. I let her go, but knew that the TAH was definitely doing it’s job, more than 1 hour since I’d applied the 3.5 sprays.
I get back to my table. The 3 women next to my friend and I were gone. I drink my coffee, read the paper he was reading before, then go off to the perfume store to look for a perfume I saw on these forums once before. On my way there I bump into the 3 women who were eating next to us. I make some comment about how it’s never cool to stalk attractive women through shopping malls. They all laugh and I ask them where they are all going now. They are all just heading home it seems, and they tell me they only came to the mall to grab some dinner and gossip together. The half filipina girl reminds me to contact her via textbook and I tell her I definitely won’t forget to, and add that all 3 of you wonderful ladies will be hearing from me again. They all seem to laugh in unison, and say see ya later to me as I head towards the perfume connection shop.
Inside the shop there is 1 female assistant busy with 1 male customer, who appears to be making her job very difficult as a customer. I’m waiting around looking at all the other perfumes, when all of a sudden another attractive shop assitant sneaks up on me from behind to ask me if she can help. I drop the name of the first cologne I’m looking for, and she says they don’t stock it. I tell her that’s ok, and i’ll just look around some more, when the other assistant heard what I was after, then decided to totally ignore her customer and switch attention to me. she chimed in by saying “sweety, that fragrance you are looking for we certainly don’t stock, but you can try Myers, they will definitely stock that, it’s very niche, sweety.” the other customer looks pissed off that she switched her attention from him to helping me, but he was being a pain and a pest, so she just decided to totally brush him off, instead she helped me. I asked about another perfume I’ve seen on these forums, and asked her if they stock that one instead, and she said they did, and then proceeded to sell me a miniature size tester bottle. After that other customer left the store, she whispered in my ear “sweety, I wanted to really help you and not the other guy becasue you know what you’re after and you’re not indecisive, like that other idiot who just walked in here before you. if you like this one, come back, and we’ll set you up with some more of this colgne, ok?” I agreed, and thank her for her great customer service. She was happy that I thanked her. I left the perfume shop with my new purchase.
After that I go to the sports shop, find the golf glove I’m looking for, while my mate was doing his own thing around the mall in the meantime. I call his mobile phone and we meet up 10 minutes later, after I get a couple of very attractive young teenagey girls check out this confident 35 year old in me as I walk past them in the mall (the most attractive teeny one I caught her looking back in my direction no less than 3 times to see if I was checking her out). Then I drop my mate home, then I head home.
Very interesting afternoon/evening out on 7mcgs of TAH.
My findings on what I bleieve TAH does will be posted in the post directly below this one.