I will post official-looking reports up in my journal, but wanted to post this here on the main boards. What a weekend! 
Can’t wait for the rest of us to truck in with all our report-backs. (Love weekends here!) Warning - this be a long ass post. Will probably put Friday in one and then Sat in a reply.
On Friday night I decided to test a sexed-up, bar hopping, MacGyver version of Ariadne’s Instant Infatuation Mix.
I wore:
8 drops EoW
62.5 mcg TAH
50 mcg P83
50 mcg p86
50 mcg TAA
3 sprays CTTM2
.5 spray TUTH over cops
3 sprays MX274
I don’t have EST, so I was counting on the friendly/warm/happy vibe I get from the MX274 to kick in. I opted for the CTTM2 over the straight betanol or Instant Honesty because in my testing, there’s still some residual resistance to appraoching me when wearing only the beta/IH. The Alphanols seems to remove that last little bit of hesitation, yet the mixture has worked very well for me in terms of connecting and conversations. I haven’t had verbal diarrhea with it like I have had with I/Openness (both myself and those around me). The TUTH and EoW were an attempt to make it blatantly sexual. P86 for visual effects.
I added the p83 as a wildcard. I wanted to see what would happen. 
In terms of self effects (which those who read my reports know I am HUGE on), this made me very happy, in a pink, cute , girly way. I was feeling the inner congruence from the TAH and the softer, more in touch vibe with the world, but it was augmented by a bubble of happiness and perkyness. I also was feeling open - I wanted to communicate and interact with people, badly. I was smiling continuously. There was also a “What the Hell” component of the mix. Let the world burn, it’s fun time! There wasn’t a subtle bit to this - it was perky and bubbly mixture, and VERY feminine - in a cute way. (To totally -unintentionally- offset this vibe I was putting out, I was wearing skintight jeans tucked into kneehigh boots, a lowcut tank top, showing my lovely muscled arms, and a breezy button down white business overshirt, tucked in a strategically unbuttoned. Hair long, loose and flowing.
I just moved to my new city, so this was my first time out and about in the bar district. It’s a great place! Wow! I started at a little hole in the wall and worked my way up the street. On an aside - I go out alone. I always have. Makes for a more interesting evening, but I do understand that that is weird. At the first place, I had the entire bar, which consisted of middle aged men watching the basketball game, turn and look at me walk by. It looked like a bobble head factory. The female bartender who served me was pleasant but perfunctory. No increased kindness. The MALE bartender at the other end of the bar came over and personally introduced himself, told me to ask him if I needed anything, and apologized for her behavior. (There was nothing wrong with her behavior.) I smiled and thanked him. No one else approached me however. I wasn’t exactly the regular patron of the bar though. 
Nonetheless, it was fun, I was still totally happy, and nothing had gone wrong. I finished the beer and headed down the street.
The fire department in the city regularly cruises up and down this stretch in their shiny vehicles. Rescue, heavy rescue, Water engine, Fire engine, etc. Heavy Rescue was driving by as I crossed the street in front of them. There were three firefighters in there who winked and whistled. Not phero related, but my response probably was - I winked back and asked if we could play CPR! 
Walking around I had some second looks and double takes.
I ended up at a bar with a live band playing all the good stuff. Oh yeah, I am liking this place. (I also got in free, no cover.) Lots of up & down looks waling in. I set up at a spot at the bar and grab a margarita. WTF? I don’t drink a lot, and I HATE to get drunk. Been there, done that. I stick with beer nowadays. Nope, not that night. Margarita time - must have been the ‘what the hell’ component of the mix.
Time to scope out the crowd.
Within 3 minutes, I was approached by a gang of three guys. I had also made heavy eye contact with a signiicant male portion of the room. Girls weren’t too interested in me. The guys who apprached me were friednly, but VERY forward. Blatent sexual hits/suggestions were flowing forth from them very quickly. Then they got touchy. One of them could not stop touching my waist. I was still making eye contact with the guy I actually did want to talk to across the room. The gang of three descended (one was actually very nice, but overshadowed by his idiot friends) until I had to put one of them in a pre-takedown position and straighten him up. They left shortly after that.
With that interaction, it felt like the TAH was making me seem too feminine in a docile/subservient way. I was giving a vibe off that wasn’t arrestive enough. It seemed to be a magnet for the most idiotic of the bunch to let fly with his sexual and stupid talk and actions. In terms of how I personally handled it, I felt like I was behacing more girly than I would have if I wasn’t wearing the TAH. I put my hand over my mouth a lot and giggled, albeit a bit uncomfortably. When the line was finally crossed though, I was able to snap out and take him out forcibly enough. He got the picture.
At that point, after terrifying those around me, I was able to have another margarita (WTF?) and then the other guy moved in. He had been suitably impressed - but not impressed enough to move in and rescue me on his own, I noticed. We chatted, I had another margarita, smoked some cigarettes (another thing I dont do) and left early. I was still making eye contact with many people around the bar as well, but not in a “save me” sense. Just noticing who was noticing me.
Overall, I was impressed, but it wasn’t a home run. I attracted men who I rather would not have. I also didn’t necessarily like the WTH/Fcuk It aspect to the mix. (Especially the next AM!) P83 definitely lowered MY inhibitions and made it easier to satisfy my inner cookie-loving demons. I think it worked on the others as well, as everyone around me drank to excess and, in the first instance, crossed a line. I didn’t get the emotional quality to the mix either, but I had changed some ingredients, so that was a distinct potentiality that I expected. However, comparing this weekend to two weeks ago, when I wore a similar mix, but TAL heavy with no TAH and was approached NOT AT ALL… I think anyone who doesn’t believe in pheros needs to see that and this side by side. Same person, near similar clothes, different phero sig. Verrry interesting!
Throughout Saturday I was exhausted. Granted, I was hung over all morning, but I took tons of vitamins, took my hangover remedy, and couldn’t shake it. I thought I was going to go to bed around 6pm. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open at 4pm! I did NOT have any exhaustion last night wearing the p86, but I was constantly mentally stimulated - the other time I got tired while wearing p86, I was more of an observer, not an interactor, and thus, not really mentally stim’d. However, the “next day crash” was bad. Twice now though, after eating a high-protein and high-carb meal, the exhaustion vanished. Vanished.
Well… 7pm, I’m wide awake and perky… Hmmm… Wasn’t planning on it, but… I think I’ll go out and test again! All in the name of science, mind you - Androtics Research and all.
Saturdays report to follow - And let me tell you… Saturday. Oh Baby.
it vanished by the time I woke up again.