So, I am taking a
3-day class. I decided to SCREAM pheromonically and have been using strong applications of Natural Attraction with
Jaipur (Monday) and The Edge with Amouage Dia (Tuesday).
I also decided that, since I will probably never see
these people again, I will not try to socialize. I have barely spoken a word to anyone. That ain't easy for me, let
me tell you.
Anyway, the first day I walked into class wearing a nice new dark blue Dockers sport shirt and
charcoal Stain Defender pants. Most of the guys are wearing jeans and polo shirts or t-shirts. A few guys are
wearing plaid button-down shirts. They generally look very relaxed and slobby. The instructor is wearing a navy-blue
"power suit".
I quickly scanned the classroom and picked a seat on the end of a row near a cute young Hispanic
woman (subsequently referred to as Mrs. Hot Latina) who was wearing a sweat shirt and jeans. Her dark hair was
pulled back with a rubber band.
As the class filled up, several women came to sit in front of me and behind me.
There was one guy within one row of me. I was surrounded by women.
All day long I observed the women glancing at
me, fonding their hair, tapping their feet, and acting generally fidgeting. A very well-dressed, tall blond woman
(probably in her 30s) sat behind the cute Hispanic beside me. I glanced down at the blond's feet at one point in
the morning and saw she was dangling her right shoe on her toes. Her foot was pointed toward me.
Later on, I
glanced at the blond's feet again and BOTH shoes were off, both feet were pointed toward me, and the toes were
curled up. She was also sitting forward in her chair, seeming very intent on the class.
I admit, I developed the
hots for the Hispanic woman (Mrs. Hot Latina) next to me, but I overheard a telephone conversation she had (she WAS
sitting next to me) in which she mentioned a husband (hence, the MRS. in "Mrs. Hot Latina") and daughter, so I
stayed the course and just kept observing reactions around me. The men were generally polite toward me and opened
doors, etc.
So, Mrs. Hot Latina was bouncing in her chair all day. I mean, her legs did not stop moving up and
down. She was constantly fiddling with a marker she was using to highlight her textbook, and she eventually came
around to the classic "stroke-the-pen" motion. Another woman sitting to her left kept looking straight past her (in
my direction).
I am sure I had hair-flips and struts from women on the other side of the classroom. I mean, they
would get up and go on break and walk in front of me, even from the back of the room (there are two doors). Almost
all of them glanced my way as they left and returned to the room.
Continued in next message.
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