Okay, so getting over initial heartbreak over Love Potion: Red, a hilarious story that UTTERLY EXTINGUISHED my doubt of the effect of artificial pheremones!
First of all, Dominance was the scent I was most doubtful of. I usually never get along with rose, and I really dislike overtly foody chocolate blends. However, I was really pleasantly surprised by how subtle the chocolate was on my skin; it really just acts as an anchor for the rose and I can barely detect its presence. The rose is very fresh, and reminds me of red blooms sitting in a pool of water. Really. (There are pheremones in this? The much-talked about "EW" copulins?)
I'd talked to my friends about the cool pheremone-laced perfume I was getting. I always get my friend, J, hooked on whatever I'm getting hooked on, so he was in the room when I tore into the package. I swiped some Dominance on myself and on him (heh), and asked for his opinion on the scent--"Huh, it's actually pretty nice on, huh?" I asked. And--get this, he scrunches up his face and says, "Whew. Oh man, that's strong. I don't like it at *all*--it's...pungent."
"Buzuh?" I say in confusion. "The scent is actually pretty light.... I'm really picky about scents and I actually like this one."
Nuh-uh is his adament answer. "High pitched, one note.... I need to go wash this off NOW."
His reaction is the same to PheroGirl. "It smells like...um, I need to go take an Advil."
And then a lightbulb goes off in my head. Okay, so, let's back up a bit.
My friend? is gay. GAYGAYGAYGAY. How gay, you ask. I alerted him to the fact that threadless was having a sale and also happened to have an emo Care Bear t-shirt on a cardinal red background ("Look, J! It's emo Care Bear Pete Wentz!) and he jumped up and down in happiness. Of course he bought the shirt. He also stopped asking for my help in applying his eyeliner and bought his own stick at Sephora. GAY.
"Uh, J..." I say. "You know this is chock full of female pheremones intended to attract guys."
And we stare at each other in growing realization of the affirmation of his extreme gayness on the Kinsey scale. He's so gay that the female pheremones actively, and I meant *actively* turn him off. And we full out burst out LAUGHING our asses off.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!
He scampers off to tell a friend and comes back with news. "So uh," he says, "I think pheremones work?"
"Well, *I'm* fully convinced."
"NO," he says. "I was letting people sniff the perfume and, well...I think a guy just came onto me."
"!!!!!!" I say because my face is already buried in my hands at this point.
"And. I think he's bi. ...He has a girlfriend. And he was kinda...obvious about it. 'Oh, this smells gooood.... Ohhhh, you're into *dancing*?'"
And my face is still buried in my hands. I may have let out squeaking noises.
The moral to this story is: Who needs gaydar when you've got PheroGirl?
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(In advance, I think I'll be c/p this to another message board I'm on. Oh, man.)