Road Test in public - Innocence and Desire Me Plus - used as Socials...
Test Scenario - OH DEAR GOD - The Secretary of State on a rainy Friday....
I need to tag, title the car and get my out of state DL converted. For those of you who have not had this joy recently - this requires more paperwork than you can possibly imagine. How do illegal aliens pull this off? I'm not being rude - I'm seriously wondering? The stack of stuff I had to bring in to prove I'm me now? Astounding. A photo id, a birth certificate with a seal, my lease, a utility bill, my social security card. Holy Moly.
I wait in line. Everyone around me in the mone cloud is chipper and friendly. Can't be the weather. Cold. Yucky. Rainy. We are all huddle by the door waiting for it to open. We get called in and when I make it to the clerk - she start's a bit standoffish - it's a S.O. State office after all - but in 2 - 3 minutes - she is wanting to know which HS and University I went to - why do I look familiar, how do I like living back home again...and on and on and on and ON.......it was actually kind of funny. There is this huge line of people behind me getting frustrated....Turns out - OH NO - my birth certificate from my parents is so stinking old the seal isn't high enough - and it won't meet standards. No kidding.
I have to go down to the county records office and get a new one. With a new raised seal. I'm not kidding. This would be a problem if I hadn't moved home.
Face plant.
In the car - off to the county seat - where the records clerk's office is in a borderline rough area of town. Two 20 something gang bangers are walking in ahead of me. I'm early 40's soccer mom'ish profile. Hardly somebody they are going to look twice at. But yet - the Innocence/Desire Me Plus cloud get's out ahead of me - and both stop, turn around and do a full double take. Favorite hit of the morning. Because really - it wasn't the fuschia polo and the skort. It almost made me laugh.
The records clerk? Same thing. Could NOT stop chatting. How are you, do you like being home, blah blah blah...
And then I have to go get proof of insurance - I hadn't had to do that in my last state to get my tags - there you did that in reverse...so I stop at the insurance agents office I passed on the way downtown...and oh my word....she was fully enveloped in the cloud...when I walked into her little office area - she was not paying attention and grouchy....in 5 minutes she was cheerful, chipper, talkative, wanted to know about my kids, apparently had lived on my neighborhood circle at one point two houses down - wanted to chat about the cabinets in all the units of all things - and wouldn't I remodel the kitchen if I wasn't renting...who built those things?! I almost had to pull her off my leg so I could leave - she literally walked out of her office, followed me down the hall, through the lobby and held the door open for me - talking all the way.
I'm not sure if it's the Alpha Androstenol or the Pregnilone or even the B-Thdoc - but something in this combination - make it a GREAT social. Every female was not at all threatened by me - wanted to help me in anyway possible - was all sunshine and happiness within 3 minutes of the cloud. And men were fully head snapping. It was the best possible combination of happy interactions with women and glow with the men.
Two thumbs up on a first run outing...
Test Scenario - OH DEAR GOD - The Secretary of State on a rainy Friday....
I need to tag, title the car and get my out of state DL converted. For those of you who have not had this joy recently - this requires more paperwork than you can possibly imagine. How do illegal aliens pull this off? I'm not being rude - I'm seriously wondering? The stack of stuff I had to bring in to prove I'm me now? Astounding. A photo id, a birth certificate with a seal, my lease, a utility bill, my social security card. Holy Moly.
I wait in line. Everyone around me in the mone cloud is chipper and friendly. Can't be the weather. Cold. Yucky. Rainy. We are all huddle by the door waiting for it to open. We get called in and when I make it to the clerk - she start's a bit standoffish - it's a S.O. State office after all - but in 2 - 3 minutes - she is wanting to know which HS and University I went to - why do I look familiar, how do I like living back home again...and on and on and on and ON.......it was actually kind of funny. There is this huge line of people behind me getting frustrated....Turns out - OH NO - my birth certificate from my parents is so stinking old the seal isn't high enough - and it won't meet standards. No kidding.
I have to go down to the county records office and get a new one. With a new raised seal. I'm not kidding. This would be a problem if I hadn't moved home.
Face plant.
In the car - off to the county seat - where the records clerk's office is in a borderline rough area of town. Two 20 something gang bangers are walking in ahead of me. I'm early 40's soccer mom'ish profile. Hardly somebody they are going to look twice at. But yet - the Innocence/Desire Me Plus cloud get's out ahead of me - and both stop, turn around and do a full double take. Favorite hit of the morning. Because really - it wasn't the fuschia polo and the skort. It almost made me laugh.
The records clerk? Same thing. Could NOT stop chatting. How are you, do you like being home, blah blah blah...
And then I have to go get proof of insurance - I hadn't had to do that in my last state to get my tags - there you did that in reverse...so I stop at the insurance agents office I passed on the way downtown...and oh my word....she was fully enveloped in the cloud...when I walked into her little office area - she was not paying attention and grouchy....in 5 minutes she was cheerful, chipper, talkative, wanted to know about my kids, apparently had lived on my neighborhood circle at one point two houses down - wanted to chat about the cabinets in all the units of all things - and wouldn't I remodel the kitchen if I wasn't renting...who built those things?! I almost had to pull her off my leg so I could leave - she literally walked out of her office, followed me down the hall, through the lobby and held the door open for me - talking all the way.
I'm not sure if it's the Alpha Androstenol or the Pregnilone or even the B-Thdoc - but something in this combination - make it a GREAT social. Every female was not at all threatened by me - wanted to help me in anyway possible - was all sunshine and happiness within 3 minutes of the cloud. And men were fully head snapping. It was the best possible combination of happy interactions with women and glow with the men.
Two thumbs up on a first run outing...