I am just trying to get a hold on my new products that I bought from True Pheromones. I stated somewhere else that I made my purchase before doing a lot of investigating and reading on these forums.
Real quick: Saturday night all my friends had their kids or were out of town. But I'll be doggone if this newly single guy was going to sit home. I took one hit of true Jerk and went out (1st spray so it may have only been a half spray). Went to one place and sat at bar. A couple Bachelorette parties were there. One set of girls were getting shots next to me and engaged me in small banter. No big deal. Later a guy was getting drinks (kind of over my shoulder), and he felt like he was imposing and offered to do a shot with me. I asked what he was having and he said "whatever you want." I told him no and that was not necessary. He then didn't do the shot unless I would. He asked three more times before his drinks came and he paid for them. I laughed and politely declined stating my memory was more important to me. Went to local brewery from there and as I was walking in this little piece of ass (very cute 22-23 blonde) forces me into a conga line and there wasn't really any conga going on. She was buzzed up and on her way out with a big group. Oh well. Anyway, not much else goes on except I kinda went the introvert way and really got into the band playing. Ventucky String Band. Yes, with a V. Anyway, my Dad played fiddle and there was a fiddle player in the band and I was entralled. Enjoyed a couple of the strongest beers (Devil Dancer and Doom) and just enjoyed my date with myself...hah!
Sunday am I shower off the night before. Getting ready for church, I decide I am going with 1 spray of True Communication. Came home and started getting texts about "where are you watching the World Cup?" I wasn't going to go out, but said hey, let's keep seeing what these 'mones offer. 11:45am I hit myself with another spray of True Comm. 1:30pm 1 more spray True Comm. 3pm 1 more spray (4 total) before heading out. Grabbed a hightop near front of bar. Buddy met me about a half hr later. We throw down a few Bloody's, and he starts talking about where are we going next? I just laughed it off and said you're kidding, right? He pushes a little bit. I say the only place to go on Sunday night for me is B....'s for 80's night. He says "I'm in!" I tell him we are stopping at my house and I'm taking a power nap first - 80's night is a Dance Fest!
So we do just that, I nap, we have a couple drinks there before heading out. I put 1 drop (total) of True Instinct on my wrists, and 1 drop (total) of True Alpha on the backs of my hands. Both of these are oils and smear easily. We get there EARLY about 9:30pm and it is beat down. Maybe one other table with people. The place is foolproof on Sundays though, and I know it will be packed eventually. We grab a booth appropriately next to the dance floor because that's going to happen. $1 Miller High Life's...Yikes! Drink some cheap beers and just talk til thinks get a little more active in there. My buzz gets pretty good and I hit the dance for on my own, one other couple is out there. Good ole New Order to get you moving. Like always, the crowd needed a leader apparently...two songs later the dance floor was full and stayed that way the rest of the night. I just was care free and loving the vibe and just in tune with the music with a big grin on my face.
Where I had fun with it was when these three girls obviously gravitated to me. I intentionally danced my way to other parts of the dance floor - they made their way to me through the crowd. They would continue to be three feet away tops. I gave them looks and received smiles back. I'm smiling the whole time. One of the girls was the best looking in the bar (to me at least). Probably mid to late 20's blonde in playful pony tail. After a while of intentionally being very indifferent and turning my back, etc. I finally look at the one I like and hold out my hand. She takes it, I twirl her around and twirl her back. Then I turn my back and return to dancing. (It is fun to reverse the tables on chicks!) I finally just say "hi", she comes back with "Are you a runner?" I say "No, I am a sportsman, but I don't just run to run." We do a tiny little small talk and exchange names. I continue to go about my business (dancing). Later on she dances close again and I reach up and ever-so-slighty give her ponytail a gentle tug. She looks back and looks annoyed and dances about 10 feet away. I actually visibly laughed and I knew she would be back. Not even one song later she came back and gave me the little devil look like "you can't just do that." I just said "you know you liked it." and she smiled. There were other things that happened - I got my ass grabbed three times on the dance floor. I just kind of felt bullet-proof. It was a great experience. When the lights came on my target was nowhere to be found. I was going to get her number before she left, but she was gone. I may never see her again and that is just fine to me. Can't dwell. I take away the experience and the feeling of teasing instead of being teased. I had a great night -euphoric!
Real quick: Saturday night all my friends had their kids or were out of town. But I'll be doggone if this newly single guy was going to sit home. I took one hit of true Jerk and went out (1st spray so it may have only been a half spray). Went to one place and sat at bar. A couple Bachelorette parties were there. One set of girls were getting shots next to me and engaged me in small banter. No big deal. Later a guy was getting drinks (kind of over my shoulder), and he felt like he was imposing and offered to do a shot with me. I asked what he was having and he said "whatever you want." I told him no and that was not necessary. He then didn't do the shot unless I would. He asked three more times before his drinks came and he paid for them. I laughed and politely declined stating my memory was more important to me. Went to local brewery from there and as I was walking in this little piece of ass (very cute 22-23 blonde) forces me into a conga line and there wasn't really any conga going on. She was buzzed up and on her way out with a big group. Oh well. Anyway, not much else goes on except I kinda went the introvert way and really got into the band playing. Ventucky String Band. Yes, with a V. Anyway, my Dad played fiddle and there was a fiddle player in the band and I was entralled. Enjoyed a couple of the strongest beers (Devil Dancer and Doom) and just enjoyed my date with myself...hah!
Sunday am I shower off the night before. Getting ready for church, I decide I am going with 1 spray of True Communication. Came home and started getting texts about "where are you watching the World Cup?" I wasn't going to go out, but said hey, let's keep seeing what these 'mones offer. 11:45am I hit myself with another spray of True Comm. 1:30pm 1 more spray True Comm. 3pm 1 more spray (4 total) before heading out. Grabbed a hightop near front of bar. Buddy met me about a half hr later. We throw down a few Bloody's, and he starts talking about where are we going next? I just laughed it off and said you're kidding, right? He pushes a little bit. I say the only place to go on Sunday night for me is B....'s for 80's night. He says "I'm in!" I tell him we are stopping at my house and I'm taking a power nap first - 80's night is a Dance Fest!
So we do just that, I nap, we have a couple drinks there before heading out. I put 1 drop (total) of True Instinct on my wrists, and 1 drop (total) of True Alpha on the backs of my hands. Both of these are oils and smear easily. We get there EARLY about 9:30pm and it is beat down. Maybe one other table with people. The place is foolproof on Sundays though, and I know it will be packed eventually. We grab a booth appropriately next to the dance floor because that's going to happen. $1 Miller High Life's...Yikes! Drink some cheap beers and just talk til thinks get a little more active in there. My buzz gets pretty good and I hit the dance for on my own, one other couple is out there. Good ole New Order to get you moving. Like always, the crowd needed a leader apparently...two songs later the dance floor was full and stayed that way the rest of the night. I just was care free and loving the vibe and just in tune with the music with a big grin on my face.
Where I had fun with it was when these three girls obviously gravitated to me. I intentionally danced my way to other parts of the dance floor - they made their way to me through the crowd. They would continue to be three feet away tops. I gave them looks and received smiles back. I'm smiling the whole time. One of the girls was the best looking in the bar (to me at least). Probably mid to late 20's blonde in playful pony tail. After a while of intentionally being very indifferent and turning my back, etc. I finally look at the one I like and hold out my hand. She takes it, I twirl her around and twirl her back. Then I turn my back and return to dancing. (It is fun to reverse the tables on chicks!) I finally just say "hi", she comes back with "Are you a runner?" I say "No, I am a sportsman, but I don't just run to run." We do a tiny little small talk and exchange names. I continue to go about my business (dancing). Later on she dances close again and I reach up and ever-so-slighty give her ponytail a gentle tug. She looks back and looks annoyed and dances about 10 feet away. I actually visibly laughed and I knew she would be back. Not even one song later she came back and gave me the little devil look like "you can't just do that." I just said "you know you liked it." and she smiled. There were other things that happened - I got my ass grabbed three times on the dance floor. I just kind of felt bullet-proof. It was a great experience. When the lights came on my target was nowhere to be found. I was going to get her number before she left, but she was gone. I may never see her again and that is just fine to me. Can't dwell. I take away the experience and the feeling of teasing instead of being teased. I had a great night -euphoric!