Lucky
02-13-2003, 06:20 AM
Recipe:
4 dabs each at 4 different pulse points: PI/w, Lavender with nol
4 - 2 inch rolls of PCC
At the uncrowded grocery store, three different men walked up and stood right beside me (almost touching and all three times we were the only ones on the aisle) looking at products they didn\'t buy. With two of them, they followed me around the store.
Here\'s what was strange. At the checkout, the woman checking out ahead of me had the DIHL look - I had noticed her being everywhere I had been in the store, but at the time, I didn\'t equate it to the pheros. She paid and left. I got to the counter and saw that she left her wallet - so, I ran it out to her in the parking lot. She\'s so grateful and really kinda mushy. Then, I go back in and the check out girl, maybe 21 y/o, decides I am her best friend. She talks and talks and talks - telling me about toys and friends she had as a child! By then, there are four people behind me in line and she won\'t shut up. I know they are wondering WTF? Next, the grocery boy absolutely insists that he takes my groceries out. We are at my car when the diatribe about his job begins. It lasted at least fifteen minutes.
This is a store I visit frequently and these experiences are not normal. It had to be the pheromones so I\'m passing it on.
4 dabs each at 4 different pulse points: PI/w, Lavender with nol
4 - 2 inch rolls of PCC
At the uncrowded grocery store, three different men walked up and stood right beside me (almost touching and all three times we were the only ones on the aisle) looking at products they didn\'t buy. With two of them, they followed me around the store.
Here\'s what was strange. At the checkout, the woman checking out ahead of me had the DIHL look - I had noticed her being everywhere I had been in the store, but at the time, I didn\'t equate it to the pheros. She paid and left. I got to the counter and saw that she left her wallet - so, I ran it out to her in the parking lot. She\'s so grateful and really kinda mushy. Then, I go back in and the check out girl, maybe 21 y/o, decides I am her best friend. She talks and talks and talks - telling me about toys and friends she had as a child! By then, there are four people behind me in line and she won\'t shut up. I know they are wondering WTF? Next, the grocery boy absolutely insists that he takes my groceries out. We are at my car when the diatribe about his job begins. It lasted at least fifteen minutes.
This is a store I visit frequently and these experiences are not normal. It had to be the pheromones so I\'m passing it on.