amorolor
06-13-2003, 09:08 AM
Hello everyone. I just got my order of PM/m, unscented yesterday and as I\'m sure is the case with everyone was quite eager to put it to the test.
First A bit about me. I\'m A bodybuilder, early 40s but considerably younger looking, or so I\'m told. I usually do well with women but am A writer interested in this topic so I thought I\'d test it out. Anyway, doing well doesn\'t mean we can\'t do better does it guys?
After reading the board extensively since placing my order last Thursday I\'ve become to say the least cautious about overdoing it. After all, the LAST thing I want is instead of A DIHL to instead get A WSIH (Who stinks in here?) I applied 1 drop of PM from the dropper that came with the bottle and headed out to get A haircut.
The person who cuts my hair is A woman, as are all the other staff. Can\'t say any of them treated me different, but they\'re always pretty nice so it might not mean much. One older woman sitting next to me while I was waiting to be sheared sure talked my ear off but I get the feeling she would do that to anyone who didn\'t run screaming out of the room, manikins included. I did check my heart rate while I was waiting and found it slightly elevated. Not sure yet if that means much, after all, I was in an \"up\" mood and had been running around.
After I got home I showered and got dressed to head out on the town, the town being good ole NYC. Since my hairdresser neither drooled on me or checked to see if A homeless guy was in the room drooling I figured it was safe to apply another drop. I stopped my A women\'s house with whom I\'m quite \"chummy\" before leaving since I wanted to see if she noticed A strange smell. When that didn\'t seem to be the case I asked her if I smelled sweaty since I\'d been running around all day. She said no and wouldn\'t lie so I guess I was OK.
My game plan was to be friendly throughout the night but not at all agressive. Didn\'t want to pursue anyone, wanted to see how they reacted to me and if I got approached more than usual.
Lots of women on the subway, none of whom mauled me. Went to A crowded bar where A cute girl introduced me to her and her friend. Saw 3 other gals talking, I believe about me.
Went to another bar in what I consider A \"hard sell\" part of town. Lots of girls from Long Island 20 years younger then me living in apartments paid for by mom and dad. A group of girls seemed to definately be talking about me and pretty soon the cutest one introduced herself to me along with ALL of her friends. What\'s with this friends thing anyway? Am I suppose to remember all their names? I can barely remember mine some days, but that\'s another story. Anyway, we talked but I didn\'t pursue her and eventually the drifted off to the fabled land of \"Cosmo.\"
Stopped in one other place that can be real snotty. A cute, young, blond nurse was talking about me then to me, never once calling me grandpa. After A while had her arm around me and was getting rather chummy. Eventually her friends dragged her out of there but I\'d done my research for the night. I waved, cursed myself for forgetting my umbrella and headed home.
To be continued..................
First A bit about me. I\'m A bodybuilder, early 40s but considerably younger looking, or so I\'m told. I usually do well with women but am A writer interested in this topic so I thought I\'d test it out. Anyway, doing well doesn\'t mean we can\'t do better does it guys?
After reading the board extensively since placing my order last Thursday I\'ve become to say the least cautious about overdoing it. After all, the LAST thing I want is instead of A DIHL to instead get A WSIH (Who stinks in here?) I applied 1 drop of PM from the dropper that came with the bottle and headed out to get A haircut.
The person who cuts my hair is A woman, as are all the other staff. Can\'t say any of them treated me different, but they\'re always pretty nice so it might not mean much. One older woman sitting next to me while I was waiting to be sheared sure talked my ear off but I get the feeling she would do that to anyone who didn\'t run screaming out of the room, manikins included. I did check my heart rate while I was waiting and found it slightly elevated. Not sure yet if that means much, after all, I was in an \"up\" mood and had been running around.
After I got home I showered and got dressed to head out on the town, the town being good ole NYC. Since my hairdresser neither drooled on me or checked to see if A homeless guy was in the room drooling I figured it was safe to apply another drop. I stopped my A women\'s house with whom I\'m quite \"chummy\" before leaving since I wanted to see if she noticed A strange smell. When that didn\'t seem to be the case I asked her if I smelled sweaty since I\'d been running around all day. She said no and wouldn\'t lie so I guess I was OK.
My game plan was to be friendly throughout the night but not at all agressive. Didn\'t want to pursue anyone, wanted to see how they reacted to me and if I got approached more than usual.
Lots of women on the subway, none of whom mauled me. Went to A crowded bar where A cute girl introduced me to her and her friend. Saw 3 other gals talking, I believe about me.
Went to another bar in what I consider A \"hard sell\" part of town. Lots of girls from Long Island 20 years younger then me living in apartments paid for by mom and dad. A group of girls seemed to definately be talking about me and pretty soon the cutest one introduced herself to me along with ALL of her friends. What\'s with this friends thing anyway? Am I suppose to remember all their names? I can barely remember mine some days, but that\'s another story. Anyway, we talked but I didn\'t pursue her and eventually the drifted off to the fabled land of \"Cosmo.\"
Stopped in one other place that can be real snotty. A cute, young, blond nurse was talking about me then to me, never once calling me grandpa. After A while had her arm around me and was getting rather chummy. Eventually her friends dragged her out of there but I\'d done my research for the night. I waved, cursed myself for forgetting my umbrella and headed home.
To be continued..................