I think girls know perfectly what kind of a reach their bodyparts do have and they know how/when to use that and when not to: hair, arms, legs, hands, etc… The boob-bump falls into that category too, in my book. Accidents can happen, but my experience tells me that when it’s accidental, the girl will either suddenly move back (like a spider jumped on her) or lightly retreat and say sorry or something to that effect. If the girl holds there, for me it’s a green light all the way and more than often, if the girl suits my taste, I’ll follow up. You could even drop a ‘wow, your hair smells really good’ and that’d be perfectly legal.
I had an interesting experience in that department some years ago on a cruise.
I saw a group of girls hanging out together. All in their early 20’s and totally beautiful, solid 8’s and 9’s. I approached one of them: “Care to dance? This is a good song.” She looked at me with a big smile and a DIHL expression, and said: “You know, I think I’m OK. But really thank you for asking.” While saying it, she was standing really close, resting her arm on mine and touching me in the elbow area. Her friends stood back and didn’t interfere. Adopting a playfully arrogant attitude, I said: “That’s too bad; it’s really nice merengue song,” (meaning she’s losing out on a fun dance) and made a graceful exit.
I later found out the arm-touching girl had a boyfriend. I knew because later on the cruise, they both waved me over to stop by and say hello, as I was walking past. He talked to me as an equal, and he was pretty alpha. Which makes me wonder what was the deal with the kino and the DIHL, given that she was turning me down, albeit in a friendly way.
I have had similar experiences and one jumps out where there is this older lady in church Hispanic a 9 and totally takes care of herself. She knows I am married, but finds ways to walk by and brush up against me and DIHL with me. Then I think she realizes what she is doing and then completely shuts off. This is like a on and off again thing all the time. Most of the time if you pay close attention most woman kind of give away how they are feeling and most I have found wear there expressions on there face. Women are emotional creatures and one can tell what mood there in if you watch there body language and facial expressions.
I take it this lady clearly wanted to dance, but didn’t because she has a BF. I am willing to bet if he was not on that cruise with her she would have danced with you and more than likely led to more.
Yeah, I thought so too. Her way of turning me down was very interesting and unusual indeed. It was practically flirting, considering that she wasn’t single. That little encounter—which was, underneath the smiling and the touching, a rejection—gave me a nice self-esteem boost for the rest of the cruise. What’s also interesting is that her friends didn’t tell her boyfriend about our little flirty interaction. Because when he and his girlfriend said hello to me next day on the ship, he treated me with utmost respect.
I think what worked in my favor was following the centuries-old dance etiquette. While most early 20’s girls probably aren’t well-versed in its details, they do respond well to guys practicing it, it seems. That was my experience in land-based Latin clubs too. (But not mainstream rap/techno clubs; they’re god-awful meat markets devoid of all etiquette.)
A314 + IShine dental office hits. Good stuff.
On Saturday last week, I went in to my regular dental office to have a filling redone. The amalgam filling put in 20 years ago came loose and formed a gap that was trapping food. So I scheduled an appointment, and came in.
I put on the following:
A314: 2 sprays, 1 on each side of neck
IShine: 2 sprays, 1 on each temple
The receptionist:
Demographics: female, Caucasian, late 40’s
I’m not sure how strong the hits are here. My interactions with her tend to me a few minutes long. She simply said: “Good morning, Mr. Attractor. Please sign in.” She was smiling and friendly, but that’s how she normally acts, anyway. Although there was one difference this time: she asked me what brought me today, and gave some words of sympathy. Usually, conversations consist mainly of hellos and “How are your teeth?”.
The dentist:
Demographics: male, Caucasian, late 40’s
Normally, without pheromones, he tends to act pretty old-school. Namely, he gets the job done and does it well, he’s respectful to me, but he’s kind of business-like, and doesn’t talk much during procedures. It’s a somewhat spartan office, although with current technology and eucalyptus air fresheners. I go back, because he’s one of the few dentists in my area who participate in my insurance network.
This time, however, he acted in a much more open, friendly manner, and even joked a little bit, which I almost never hear him do. He asked me questions about that filling, and went over a number of procedure options. In-between drilling and prodding, we engaged in casual conversations about the Olympics and benefits of amalgam vs. composite. He mentioned playing baseball in high school (it’s out of character for him to share personal stuff outside his dental training), and laughed at my humorous boxing analogies when I described my teeth problems. At the end, he told me not to eat for 2 hours, to avoid popcorn and caramel like the plague, and handed me a 3-day ibuprofen prescription. All in all, it turned out to be a good appointment.
Closing thoughts:
Those were hits, all right. My dentist totally broke his normal business-like character. Although the conversations would seem more like IO or IH hits, rather than IShine hits. I actually walked out thinking: “wow, what a nice appointment”, which is rarely the case with dental procedures with many people. The new filling is nice and solid.
Questions? Comments? The floor is open!
Aggressive verbal diarrhea from an arrogant guy while wearing TUTH+IShine+P130
Yesterday morning, my friend (call him Ed, a fake name) invited me to hang out at his house in late afternoon; to watch 90’s movies, with 5 people in total. A nostalgia thing of sorts. Out of goodwill, I took the time to find a 90’s beer: Red Dog, which is very rare nowadays. Along with old-time snacks, like Bugles, and nacho cheese to pour over them. However, he later texted me and hold me that one other friend (call him J, for “judgmental”, which you will see below) will be there too.
That’s when I had that “uh oh!” feeling, since I’ve met J before, and did not enjoy his company. While he’s been mostly civil to me, save for a verbal jab or two, his body language just radiates arrogance. And those are the kind of people I avoid whenever possible, with or without pheromones. Unfortunately, Ed admires him and hangs out with him quite often, so I try my best to get along, if I can’t exclude J.
Before heading out, I made what later turned out to be a mistake. I guess my intent was to see how J reacts to the pheromones, maybe stupidly so. I wore the following:
TUTH: 2 sprays, 1 on each side of neck
IShine: 2 sprays, 1 on each temple
P130: 1 spray, on forehead
It started out OK
I requested Uber and came over to Ed’s house. He laughed at the 30-pack of Red Dog I brought, and complimented me on finding it. Other guys had positive reactions too, even though the beer tastes kind of nasty. We set up the food, and sat down to drink beer and watch movies. We got through only one movie, “Shawshank Redemption”, until people got bored. And drunk.
Then aggression came out
We decided to change things up and play video games. Modern ones, not 90’s. While we were playing “Call of Duty” on Ed’s Play Station 2, J said something that sounded dirty. So I came back with “That’s what she said!”. I use that joke semi-regularly in my other social circles, and people react either positively or neutrally to it. One girl even seems to love it, and gets flirty with me when I do it. (I may post a separate thread about her at a later time.)
J was different. He went ballistic on me, going into a massive barrage of verbal diarrhea about being "mature and a “good man”. I countered that I was just doing normal guy humor, but that only made things worse. He kept saying that he wanted to help me be “more mature” and a “better man” like him. But I read in psychology literature, that anyone claiming to “want to help” while being aggressive about it is a textbook example of an abuser.
I tried to change the topic: to the irony of using a smartphone while watching a 90’s movie, eating a 90’s snack, and drinking a 90’s beer. I even promised J not to say “That’s what she said!” around him. I just wanted to end the conversation, and let J vent his aggression into Call of Duty instead. That only made things worse: J went off on me again, saying that call I can think about is beer and video games. Ed tried to calm J down, but without success. Other three guys acted as non-intervening bystanders.
Conclusion
I finally got fed up with J, and decided to promptly leave. I told people I wanted to be alone for a little bit, excused myself to step outside for a smoke, and never came back. I went walking around the lake in a park three blocks away for over an hour until I calmed down, and ignored all calls and texts. Then I requested Uber. Once I got home, I blocked J on all social media accounts I have. God help me if he finds me on here.
Theory on what happened
I think two things did me in here: TUTH and P130. TUTH made J overtly aggressive with me, and P130 made me look weak. Which created a perfect s_itstorm for J’s behavior.
What does everyone else think?
That guy J sounds like a total ass, mones or no mones 
! Just curious, how many girls where there in the group of 5? Why did you choose TUTH in what seems to be a mostly male environment?
Damn if I know! I suppose I wore TUTH to try to intimidate J, only to have it backfire on me; especially with the P130 painting a bull’s eye on my forehead. There were no girls in the group hanging out. Not that it would have mattered if they did, since all my close friends are in relationships now, which makes for an unfun group dynamic.
J has been spending more and more time with my close friends lately, since Ed is practically enamored with him. Ed is more trusting than me, and doesn’t have as strong of a spidey sense for people, no matter how I try to explain the token signs of abuse. I reacted by making new friends, who are more laid-back and fun to be around, and started pulling away from my long-time group. Time will tell who they will chose: me or J.
Just me chipping in a little. I kinda wonder if a314 might’ve been better a better choice than tuth for such a group haha. (I don’t want to make a similar mistake haha!)
But I’m also kinda wondering about guys reacting badly to tuth. Could it be that they are attracted to tuth, but in being very homophobic, they start to abuse the wearer? In a way to show the world they are certainly not attracted to another male? I mean, a real alpha would, even when feeling threatened, feel confident enough not to have to go to such abusing manners… Or at least, that’s what I think haha. Idk, has there been a topic about this phenomenon?
Indeed, A314 would have been better than TUTH. A314 paired with IG to throw back that jerk’s stupidity right in his face with class and make him look like idiot for self-escalating a futile conflict. My two cents are that the three bystanders might very well have taken your side with a sufficient level of nonverbal approval to shame the bastage.
Maybe so. But I’m saving my remaining supply for more worthwhile occasions, and didn’t want to waste it on J. I’d rather use it at work or in a fetish club, where it got me pretty nice hits.
Earlier tonight, I tried talking things over with Ed, and he said he understands J was wrong. But Ed still seems so mesmerized by J’s charm, that I can’t help but facepalm myself.
You know I heard S. Ammo makes you look weak and is probably the P130, but I never had any experience like that and that is my guess is the P130. I would swap out the P130 for something else like P77 goes very well with male groups or TAC or something. Even though I think the A314 would be a better choice, I like wearing stuff that I shouldn’t and in the wrong environment because this is how I hone my steering skills with pheromones. Totally risky, but I don’t care it is fun.
Yeah that guy is a total dick and would tell your other friends that to.
Wish it were that easy. My closest friend Ed is enamored with him (in a 100% straight way, obviously), and keeps defending him when I try to point out the signs, like gaslighting and arrogance. And other three guys are more like friends-of-friends, so they can hang out with whoever, good or bad.
And I think you’re right. I was wearing a perfect s_itstorm of aggression-triggering TUTH and weakness-inducing P130. Lesson learned.
I would have hated to be sitting in a room full of guys with two sprays of tuth on. I have found that nothing can buffer enone completely to the point of no aggression. That was a face palm of a mix, I’m sorry. Although the guy was obviously a dick, it is possible that you can piss off some of your guy mates that you actually care about as well. Some people, generally the sounder type that you do want to hang around with, approach enone with respect and submission. The rest with intimidation and anger. Dont blame it on the p130 making you look weak that was exactly how I found guys would react to tuth, if they couldn’t completely avoid me. The guy thought he was top dog through his inflated ego, felt intimidated by your presence and reacted immaturely, ironic. If you would have switched that tuth out for tac he would have been kissing your arse.
Ammo+IShine+CTTM2 made me a better dancer! What gives?
On Friday last week, I went to a dance class. It was less than a week after I had a close call with a violent run-in (after having OD’ed on TUTH), so I wanted to spend some time in an environment where such a thing was virtually impossible. So a dance class was just the ticket. Before heading out, I put on the following.
Ammo: 3 sprays, on neck
IShine: 2 sprays, on hair
CTTM2: 2 sprays, 1 on each temple
Observations that night:
Demographics: mainly Caucasian 30’s thru 50’s, but otherwise a diverse mix of ages and races
I haven’t noticed any specific hits during the lesson part, just general friendliness. During the dance practice part, however, it really felt like most ladies I danced with had an easier time following my lead than usual. When we danced, it felt like we were moving as one unit, so to speak, rather than me just leading and her just following. They smiled while I danced with them. One instructor I danced with even complimented me, although that could be because I’m a regular customer, and she remembers me. All in all, there was little or no flirting, other than friendliness that could be mistaken as such. But it was still a very pleasant night, and definitely took my mind off that arrogant guy.
A handful of ladies had the opposite reactions, which I guess were hits. They stumbled through moves, even when doing well-known dances like salsa. Although it could have been because they were newbies. It was usually the 50+ women who reacted this way. Others spent quite a bit of time watching my feet, rather than just moving in step with me, which again, could be because they’re learning.
Nothing I noticed from men. I recognized some of the regulars like myself, but we didn’t interact much beyond hellos, handshakes, and some small talk.
Concluding thoughts:
The hits weren’t strong enough to make using the pheromones worthwhile. Which is a noticeable change from some years earlier, when I wore similar pheromones to this dance class. Back then, I got much stronger hits, especially from 20-something women. (Then again, I was 20-something myself.) For example: one girl totally leaned into me when I pulled her into a dip. Hits in recent years in this dance class are more reserved, it seems.
could people just get ‘used’ to a mone signature? so they react a bit less to it? Or perhaps it was the age group? and this particular mix works better on the younger girls for you? What are your thoughts on these things?
“Getting used to my pheromones” isn’t the issue here. I go to that class once or twice a month, and while there are regulars, more than half the people are different each time. So no one spends time around me long enough or often enough to build up tolerance to my pheromone signature.
Perhaps when I was in my prime marriageable years, which is mid to late 20’s, also the time I started using pheromones and learned to talk to women, young women responded more strongly to me. The hits they gave were a perfect combination of blatant and awkward, which I found highly endearing, and responded well to. Now that I’m no longer “one of their own”, young women’s reactions to me are more reserved, and older women don’t flirt in the same endearingly awkward manner, causing their hits to be more subtle.
haha funny how you say mid to late 20’s is prime marriageable years, but where I’m from getting married before 30 occurs, but is considered a bit early, especially for men. For women it’d be mid to late twenties indeed. There’s a lot of cultural variation in that regard haha. Out here, you’re still in your prime! 
Wedding pheromone report: A314 + IShine. Not too shabby.
Well, the wedding I was worried about came and went. It took place on Sunday afternoon, from 3:00 PM to about 11:00 PM. (I took Monday off work, and my boss was cool with it.) Both the ceremony and the reception were held in a beautiful historic ballroom, the kind they don’t build anymore. It was at the bride’s insistence, and it was me who originally told her about it, since I go there for dance lessons. My prediction of being the only single man came true.
I’m sure it makes a difference, so I’ll share how I was dressed: two-piece solid medium-gray suit, white dress shirt, houndstooth straight tie.
I wore the following pheromones:
A314: 4 sprays on temples, 2 on each
IShine: 1 spray on hair
Self
I felt a sense of heaviness all thoughout my body. Every step I took felt really massive, like the Earth’s gravity just doubled. No difference in the emotional state, meaning nothing I’d feel without A314. It was mostly excitement with a touch of apprehension.
Uber driver (female)
Demographics: Hispanic, mid 20’s
Whoo-wee! The poor lady was acting so friendly and formal, it felt like she was afraid of doing something wrong. She treated me like I was Barrack Obama! My outfit must have made only things “worse”. It felt like I was on UberBlack instead of UberX. For instance, she offered me four different snacks, asked if I wanted water or soda, let me pick which song to play, apologized profusely when she didn’t have “Walk on Water” by Basshunter (a motivational techno song), and even wanted me to direct the route. Heck, I even had to push the tip into her hand to get her to accept it, while all other Uber drivers took it willingly.
The newlyweds
Demographics: Caucasian, early 30’s
The groom acted kind of hyper, while the bride smiled less than I expected. But I’m sure there were overcome with emotions, strongly enough to cut through the megadose of A314 I wore. I’ll say the hits here were inconclusive.
Two single women
Demographics: both Caucasian, early 30’s
Man oh man, they were freaking ice queens! They haven’t smiled the entire night. And I had to share a table with them. I’m sure the bride’s heart was in the right place by seating them at my table, why is why I don’t plan to tell her about how they acted. But when I tried to engage them in conversation, all I got was one-word answers. Heck, they barely smiled when talking to each other, although they did smile when the bride stopped by our table to mingle.
Men
Demographics: mostly Caucasian, varying ages
They acted pretty friendly with me. Friends shook my hand enthusiastically. Men I haven’t met looked and acted genuinely happy to meet me. Other than that, no real hits. One thing I was pleased about is that no one said anything about me coming there as a single. It was simply never mentioned, and not as a way of avoiding the elephant in the room, either.
That guy
Demographics: Caucasian, early 30’s
“That guy” is the one who aggressively went off on me, after I OD’ed on TUTH around him. (Report here: Aggressive verbal diarrhea from an arrogant guy while wearing TUTH+IShine+P130 .) It was a very awkward encounter, the only weird part of the wedding. He was being what I call “reluctantly polite”. We spoke very little, just a hello and some mumbling about how we were both happy for our mutual friend. Maybe my friends had a word with him after all. Or maybe he saw me earlier, when I was talking to two security guards and pointing toward him. Or maybe the A314 hit him in the nose, causing him to tuck his tail a little bit. Luckily, he did not sit at my table, and I didn’t interact with him for the rest of the event.
Younger women
Demographics: mostly Caucasian, 30’s to early 40’s
Hits were similar to men, and none of them were single. Two women were nice enough to swing dance with me simultaneously; I presume they planned that, to make me look good. If this is true, I really appreciate them doing that. Their significant others, who I know, didn’t mind, because they trust me to respect all boundaries and know I do a good job at dancing.
Older women looking to fix me up
Demographics: Caucasian, 50’s thru 60’s
Never happened! Not one woman (or man, for that matter) tried to fix me up. My strong, assertive A314 vibe, combined with the drunken dancing after the champagne kicked in, made them decide that I wouldn’t be a good fix-up candidate. Or quite possibly, given the wedding demographics, no women in their families were single. Oh well, I wanted it, and I got it.
Uber driver (male)
Demographics: African American, early 20’s
He was more laid-back than the first driver, although still very friendly. I was in a really drunken state, so our conversations were rather limited. Mostly about how my wedding went. He even chuckled when I told him about how I jumped away Matrix-style when the groom launched the garter in my direction. (The bouquet didn’t have many takers, either.) I’ll wager a guess and say that my A314 probably wore off by then. Combined with my suit getting crumpled and me stumbling to his car, I just didn’t have that powerful vibe from earlier.
Concluding thoughts
Well, the wedding was a success, I’d say. For the newlyweds first and foremost, obviously. But also for me, with my pheromone choice. It served me extremely well. And despite my fears about the whole event, I found myself feeling genuinely proud of my friends. Now is your turn. Questions? Comments? Concerns? The floor is open!
The A314 spray was A or B version? Current rev?