Eh … got to be the EST hit from LISA LISA, O LISA LISA here: Alternate Explanations of Pheromone Overdose (Alternate Explanations of Pheromone Overdose - #18 by MarkL)
But … there was also the gay, almost-completely-inked, Jack-Daniels-swigging, lead-singer-in-a-punk-band, rugby-playing cop who buried his head in my chest inhaling A314 about 30 seconds after shaking my hand and telling me his name.
There was the early-30s woman, classical cellist, in the white-tablecloth restaurant at the next table who began rubbing her … legs … together, shifting and twitching in her seat while gazing at me. Then she invited herself to my table and made nearly incoherent smalltalk while she very obviously was trying to huff my mix which was heavy on Instant Shine and alphanol.
Or the new diner waitress who stood next to my Instant Honesty 4x sprayed left hand and between handing me the menu and taking my order ignored everyone else to tell me about the six times she moved between middle school and now, not counting the times she changed her major or dorms at college and why she decided to wait tables instead. Along with bits of incidental information on her pets and various aunts, uncles, cousins, and godparents. And landlord. And the habits of tenants on her floor. And…
Or the tall, leggy, blonde bartender who, off duty, insisted on accompanying me home “just to see how we fit together” … that was Ammo enhanced with a bit of Androstendione and -none.
And of course I’d count Harry as a monster hit, lol.
But I’d say it’s the hundreds of smaller hits, not so dramatic, but small bits of evidence piled upon other small bits of evidence that are truly convincing. The brutal hits are gonna happen if you use pheros long enough, but for me, not worth holding my breath for…