RE: Combination Requests Thread
Yesterday 7:35 PM
Hey guys, I still have to do a review on last Saturday with Ascend/Taboo...good notes to iPhone.
But Today, I mixed different vendor products up. So I'm hoping I'm replying correctly here. I'll keep it short. Most of the phermone action recorded was before work. I work with guys in cubicles, so not much else with women except morning commute and lunch.
1 spray of 10ml size Core to the right forearm.
1 spray of 10ml size Dion to the left forearm.
1 spray of 10ml size Connections to the back of neck. (self effects)
Cover: Perry Ellis "M". One spray. Smells like pure Vegas stripper thong in your face loving with vulva - the good kind, and a sales rep with a Black Amex card is treating your whole team to one helluva night. $10k easily.
1 sample size spray of Evolve to the left elbow joint.
1 sample size spray of Evolve to the right elbow joint.
Morning start: Starbucks 45mins after spraying
Self Effects:
I'm feeling fantastic. Feeling confident. Eager to chat. I usually feel similar with Core/Connections. I'm focused and I'm scanning all the scenery in. From my car to walking in the store.
Starbucks
I enter. Unfortunately, I missed the hot chics crowd at the time I entered. No woman over 4 is in here. No line. I want something different today than my normal coffee. I take my time and scan the overboard menu.
5 baristas - 4 females I usually see, 1 dude.
Sr. Barista I recognize. She never gets my name, just calls me sir. No matter how many times she seen me. She must be forgetful about names or she is always task focused. She could be dumb. Let's say she is not interested in me. I guess she's late 30s. I catch her complaining often. Blonde. Scale 3 of 10 in my book. Rock n roll looking. Tramp stamp. Smokers teeth and bigger tits embellished by push up bra from Walmart. She probably had a gangbang at a Def Leppard retread concert, circa 1997. I have this imagination based on profiling.
This morning, deer in the headlights and she makes this donkey-jiggle back step like she inhaled coke upon a glance of me walking in.
She doesn't know my name, but "Hi sir, wow, what can we get started for you". - That is a normal statement, except for the Sigmund Freud slip, "Wow" part. That was mones!
I respond with a big smile, knowing what I know, and how I feel. Sunny day, plenty of sleep, confident to get some IOIs. "Hey, hey, hey. I'm not sure what I want yet, but It can't be what I got yesterday".
I glance down and look straight at her. She is looking at me like a possessed crack whore fiend. Literally stunned and locked on me with a smile and big round eyes. I tell myself - "Hook", Thanks Core/Dion. "Please, take your time. We are all here for you". -she says. ...hmmm... I think.
The younger girl (blonde, glasses, emo-ish, tat on the forearm, pierced upper ear - level 4 of 10, thin body, bite-sized Skittle tits) snaps to attention. "Hi Androcles!""I'm ready". I'm thinking...ready for what? You horny little girl. I snap back to reality. I see a customer coming in behind me.
Sr. barista blonde rocker doesn't flinch - "We have a new Ice cold double shot, it's really, really good". (the advertisement has been there for weeks, whatever)
Cheerio-go lucky me. Feeling attractive based on the kind of looks I'm getting. "Yeah, I'll take a Venti..yadda yadda" I attempt to hand my payment card to the younger cashier barista. She envelopes my hand with her hand. Meaning, you have to see this. It's like a caress, but with all fingers slowly over my hand and elegantly withdraws the card like a magician distracting the main beholder. Nice! Transaction done. She is still looking at me. Sr. Barista looking at me. Not looking, but eyeballin me hard. Willing to bet she would caress her puss if we were alone.
Customer behind me (late 40s, partially, blonde (partially balding) most-fatty, some PTA loving-community-housing-type) Solid 1 on a scale of 20. Smells like 7 eleven beef taquitos and cigarettes. Fuck me. Olfactory burn-out and sinus erosion to a whole new level. I about face and double-time, lightning johnny over to the "waiting here" area a small counter and some staw container boxes. Get me away from that beast of a woman.
Monster woman looks my way. Huge fucking smile. Like a zombie in heat. Eyes all on me. She's talking loud to the other 2 barista chicks washing containers in the sink, as if to get all eyes on her. I wonder if she participated in a copulin extraction project and emulation design.
Hurry up barista dude. Make that shit before I get my arm eaten by the loud queen monster. Little dude is working fast. Trying talk to younger cashier emo, but she is now inhaling monster woman's cloud of stench.
Old dude customer man is reading a newspaper. Stops to just look at me for a minute then returns to the Hillary-Trump race.
I quickly get my drink. The other 2 baristas are washing dishes or messing with the equipment. Looking at me and smiling.
This is awesome, but the crowd is not what I wanted, so not so awesome.
As I was leaving, an out of this world angel walks in. Solid 8. High heels. Corporate executive. Probably early 40s. I keep checking her legs. Like a jack ass, I couldn't get to the door fast enough to hold it open so she can see/sniff me properly. I was at the right distance to not make this successful and now I looked rude. Oh well...
I'll do a write up about lunchtime. But, it wasn't as remarkable as far as the "possession look experience" like I got here.
(This post was last modified: Yesterday 7:44 PM by Androcles.)
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