Location: a singles’ event in a hotel conference room
Setting: friendly, fun-loving crowd that was there to meet new people
People: all ages
Time of day: 9:30pm to 1:30am
It was Valentine’s Day, and I had no plans (that’s why I joined this site not too long ago). My friends were busy with their own plans, not all of them with dates, and I ended up home with nothing to do. So I went online, looking for events or venues where it would be acceptable for a young guy to come to by himself. I found a singles event 15 minutes from my home, and decided to go. I knew there wouldn’t be many people my age, but it was better than sitting in an empty apartment, and at the minimum, I’d get a chance to try out my pheromones.
So I put on the pheromones: one spray of Ammunition on the chest, and two sprays of Instant Openness on the sides of my neck. Then I dressed in some nice club clothes, and left the apartment. When I arrived at the hotel, the parking lot was packed as hell, so I knew there would be many people there. Feeling pumped, I entered the hotel and headed for the conference room. Now, this is where it started to get interesting.
Some minor hits at the bar:
Before entering the room where the event was, I decided to head to the bar to get some liquid courage. There was a long line that just wasn’t moving. People around me seemed more polite than usual, and were more responsive to the small talk I made. One man joked about me buying drinks for him and his wife. I played along with the joke, but I was mildly worried that they were looking for a “third party to join them”. I’m sure the bartenders were working to serve everyone, but the line just wouldn’t move. When one young woman working there walked by, I asked her why the service was so slow. She apologized profusely, and actually gave me and a few other people in line free drinks. (In retrospect, I think I might have yelled at her a little, so I feel kind of bad about that.) But that, along with the joke earlier, indicated that the pheromones were working.
Two Caucasian middle-aged women:
After fueling up at the bar, I was ready and raring to go. I entered the conference room where the singles’ event was taking place. There was a large dance floor in the middle, with some tables around the perimeter. I scanned the room to look for women my age. I didn’t see them, but by this point, I didn’t care very much. I saw two women, who looked about 40, dancing together. I approached one of them (the more attractive one of the two), and asked her to dance. She responded: “well, you’ll have to dance with my friend too”. I agreed, took each of them by the hand, and started to dance. I think I did a good job. Since they were outside the my age group, I thanked them for the dance and moved on.
Miscellaneous hits:
Throughout the event, I danced with a number of people, both my age and older. This is where I knew that the dance classes I’ve been taking were paying off. They seemed to enjoy my company, and even complimented me on my dancing skills. However, I got a vibe that they danced with me just because they liked to dance, rather than out of romantic interest, so in each case, I said “thanks for the dance” and moved on.
Young African-American girl:
I saw her dancing by herself in the middle of the dance floor. She looked in my direction, so I approached her. She was a great dancer, and I followed her moves the best I could. We made some small talk, and it turned out to be an interesting conversation. We even went to the bar at one point (the line was a lot faster by then), and I ended up buying her a drink. Most of the time on the dance floor, it was non-contact dancing, with some hand-holding here or there. When I tried to get closer, she seemed resistant to it. I decided to dance with her longer, and try again later. When I did, same reaction. By then, about 45 minutes passed. So while I was enjoying her company, it again seemed like she wasn’t too interested. Perhaps she was looking for just a dance partner, rather than someone to date. Oh well. I politely excused myself and left.
Young Caucasian girl who gave me her phone number, part 1:
After the previous dance, I took a break to chill out and rest. When I was standing at the edge of the dance floor, I saw her looking at me. Since it’s common knowledge that hesitation leads to masturbation, I went up to her and asked her to dance. The next song playing was “Suavemente”. I asked her if she knew how to dance merengue. It turned out she did. During the dance, she was pressing against me much more than I expected, and complimented me many times.
Young Caucasian girl who gave me her phone number, part 2:
After that, another song came on; this time, it sounded more like swing. Instead of just dancing freestyle, I asked her if she knew swing dance, but she said she didn’t know it. I showed her a few basic moves, and she did pretty well. After the song, she said “thanks for teaching me”, but she had a look of affection like I taught her the meaning of life. Mind you, I approached her no more than ten minutes ago. But when I asked for her phone number, she gave it to me, and seemed very happy doing it. As we were parting company, she gave me a full-body hug for nearly 15 seconds. And yes, I am planning to call her today (Sunday) or tomorrow.
As I walking back to my car with a spring in my step, I caught a few guys in the parking lot giving me jealous looks as they passed me. That only made me smile more. This was one of the best night I’ve had in months, and ironically, it’s something I decided to do at the last minute as a last resort. And most important, my pheromones worked wonderfully! Thanks you, Tisha, Steve, and the rest of the Pherotalk team, for promoting such a great product.