XS177 – Brute
Nuances: Stink really gone by lunch. It has that evolve/taboo smell around lunch time if I sniff closely.
Self-Effects: Good. Felt confident. My jaw muscles still feel an almost clenching sensation still going on at lunchtime. It was less around dinner time. Saw my girl later in the early eveing.
Re-applied/ painted YSL La’Nuit L’Homme around again, but not running over the app points around 12pm, just before heading out to lunch. I felt the scent subsided a bit, I mean the silage. So more should be applied.
No other mones added. No more Brute added.
This is write-up 2 of 2.
General pros reinforced:
1. Still feel great, a little calmer. Could just be hungry. Jaw activation still present.
2. It gets Asian attention. I am sure of it. In fact, Brute gets them to look at you when normally they could have their head buried in college lecture notes, an iPhone, a laptop, or some restaurant menu…seriously. I’ve seen it a lot of times today to compel me to type this out. I say a lot, but I’m guessing a half-dozen Asian-ish women around. So, like: Korean, Phillipines, Thai, Chinese, Vietnamese..or mixes of. I bring this up because it is my interest to evaluate this.
3. I don’t want you to think I’m saying Brute is primarily for Asian. I’m just looking at them particularly because of that Asian girl’s response from Starbucks encounter. This gets attention from anyone I’m paying attention to in observation. I can really say women more than men.
4. Women grin if they interact with you somehow. Close proximity and simple one-liners, like “Excuse, me”, “Thank you”, “The ice machine is really slow”, “Sorry, just need some napkins”.
5. With my extreme “betafication” from Exotica and using something heavy like Brute in small amounts, I’m starting to theorize I really could be producing a low none sig naturally.
6. I really need to see how Brute behaves in full conversations and interactions. – This I have yet to do. I will do more reporting on this as I go through the bottle. Below notes, are mostly just visual observations from one lunch.
Notable observations during lunch:
I go to Panera Bread because it’s quick, cheap, not too far, and I can get soup that I like. It’s better than fast food and usually there is a mix of people. I see women there a lot, even married milfs count.
Unlike the morning, I open the door for this black teenager kid with earbuds in his ear. Vans rucksack? Whatever is in there looks like bricks from the protrusions. He says thanks. Nothing more and goes to meet people (more athletic friends) at a table without getting in line.
The line is about 6 deep to the human cashiers. A young girl is the primary cashier. She is wearing a Hijab. Cute face. I can’t fathom where she is from by ethnicity. Take a guess. She nice smiling to folks. I’m not interested in any reaction. She is too busy, but she did look up at the line. Our eyes meet. No hook from my cloud, from the distance of 9-10 feet semi-diagonal-like, I guess. The other cashier is an older woman (40s) (easy 1 of 10) who is real cheesy in her customer service screech.
There are two decent pony tail broads in athletic gear in the front of the line. I’ll have to regroup and have a more detailed inspection and tactical visual after I complete my order. Nice toned figures. Can only see side face. Average? I think they are 30 somethings. Talking about orders with cashier teen. They haven’t noticed me. Notes stoppage….
Next entry….
I decide to go to the side Kiosk because there is only one person using one of 3 active. Blonde fatty, nice makeup, and a cute face, blue eyes. I’d give her a 6 because I feel good. She’s probably 30ish. Let’s call her Kiosk Blonde 6.
Immediately, just as soon as I start tapping the touch display, she says something like “Does it print out a receipt, I think I missed that screen to choose?” Like if as though she knows me and I was paying attention to her life. I know what she is talking about, not sure if I’ve ever seen it. I just reply “Oh, I’m not sure it does that here. It just sends me an email receipt, but I always get a full receipt at the pickup spot”. Side note add: ***Androcles starts thinking Biatch, you just messed up my pick 2 thought process****
She comes closer, we were already close. Mone effect? She taps my forearm softly. “Don’t you just love it?”* …then, suddenly……wait for it…….the famous “XS177 Brute Grin”. Blue eyes are nice with dilated pupils. She has the winged tip eyeliner design expressed just over her eyelids. I like that style. Sexy. Her earrings are stupid seashells though and don’t match her outfit. She’s got a gut. Sexy 5 though, if there can be one. Still, I have no fucking earthly idea what I should love*. I guess she means technology?
I just say “Yeah” and smile. She turns, grabs a large cup from the stacks behind the kiosk.
She scurries off to the coffee station to do her fixins. Half-n-half, Splenda..whatever.. I don’t know. She is wearing tight-fitted slim leg jeans with a giant cellphone protruding out the back pocket and polo shirt.
She has okay natural tits. She joins forces with some Indian dude, 40s, grey hair, dress shirt, slacks with flip flops? Dude has long-hair, hairy toes. I can’t erase that visual. He is already mixing sugar packets and creamery for his coffee. He doesn’t look at me.
I complete my order and prepare for the “XS177 Brute Cloud Effect Evaluation”.
First, I survey the line. The two cute women already left over to the pickup section. I give those two, 7 of 10 because nicely toned bodies, athletic skin-tight, spandex capris. Implants, the whole works. The faces are average. No makeup. Pony tails both. Probably married professionals in the upper class bracket. Yep, I see the big rocks. Probably over full carats. Must be super people. Both blondes. Black spandex. Grey Spandex.
I see in line, an older couple 50s, and the husband and wife tandem in serious decision making discussion - Caucasian. A family of four – Spanish: All older ladies 50s to 60s. Nobody worth seeing interaction here. One of them looks at me, but continues talking to her friend. No retake look.
I see an Asian young girl working for Panera strolling around the tables with orders. Hmmm… She hasn’t noticed me.
Another Asian woman (30s) and her hubby (white, 30s?) just come in to my rear. She is a jack hot looking Korean-ish. They are dressed in business casual attire. No heels, but she is wearing nice bright Cobalt blue flats. Lots of makeup and she looks sexy. 7 out of 10. Nice body, decent tits. The husband looks like a nice successful guy. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows, like a ‘howdy’ or ‘what’s up’ expression. They start talking and I notice she is Americanized. No accent. Since the guy is nice, I don’t focus on her. I don’t want to piss him off, but she did look my way twice with a plain look? No smile.
I move over towards the pickup station. Kiosk blonde 6 looks straight at me. She is zoned or daydreaming? I was taken off guard for a second. This is “Deer in the headlights look”. The two high-society women look at me… one after the other. Not “Deer in the headlights”, but they just want to know who is approaching double-time. I close the distance and try to pile myself in to mingle.
My dumbass wants to see if I can get the same effect as in the morning between the “two-chics” encounter at Starbucks earlier. You know. The one where I can stand there close and they don’t move.
This time, this didn’t happen as blatant. One High Society chic (grey spandex) backs off a step. The other (black spandex) stays put, and awaits her take out order mumbling something to the other.
Kiosk blonde 6 inches closer, then does a running back juke move as her order is brought to the counter-top. She, grabs her to-go order and turns to look at me AGAIN. This grin on her face returns like she is up to something or is pleased she is about to devour lunch.
Kiosk blonde 6 moves close to me and hits my leg with her To-Go bag, ever–so-slightly. Meaning, she could have had room at least another foot to avoid this. “Have a nice day!” she says to me, because I was actually waiting for an “excuse me” that never came out. I deliberately didn’t make adjustments, and she didn’t seem to care. Nice. I still can’t get over those fucking seashell earrings. My OCD.
Note 23 - The Spandex platoon (pony-tail High Society chics) move to sit on the bench and chit chat some more. They are talking about a kid, I think.
The food assembler guy behind the counter (Caucasian, 30s, let’s call him Joe) puts a fast hold my mone experiments, “Sir, you don’t have to wait here.” “You can go sit down, we’ll have someone bring the order to you. Just hang on to your buzzer”.
I reply “Aw thanks, I didn’t know. Is this new?” He says “Yeah, we started this last week”. Makes sense. I dig in the butter containers to get a couple of them to go with my baguette.
I turn to see what the Spandex platoon is doing. Not there. Nope, they moved. I don’t see them. They went somewhere.
I go to fountain drinks to get my drink going. Ice, unsweetened tea, lemonade, Acai Berry.. mix and match.
Very cute young Asian girl Panera worker comes by to clean and re-stock napkins. Her name tag reads Cindy Lee (and a nice bodeeeee). I make an approach to grab napkins. She puts her hand on my right bicep and says, “Here you go”. She has a big smile. Looks straight into my eyes and grins. She quickly hands me some fresh napkins from the restock bundle. I’m too old for her, but man. That feels like a mone response. I walk with my drink to find a seat. I look back at her, but she is heading to the kitchen.
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I go sit down quickly, not quite surveying or planning for females to sit next to. Just random, but I just wanted my observation frame to be ever-expanding towards the windows. I look around. I spot two gay dudes sitting across from eat other one caressessing the other’s hand outstretched over the table top. Laptop sits between both. I was there not 2 minutes when they grab their gear and move. One mumbles to the other, then they both go sit farther away in a booth so that they are across the room. I can still see them. They both are now sitting together cuddling over the laptop. Very odd to just pick up and go from one booth to another. There are empty spots around. Even this lunch period isn’t super packed. They both look at me at separate times. Nothing remarkable.
I scan the room. Odd couple here, odd couple there, family here, family there. No obvious hotties…wait…
Indian family next to me. Mom, 30s, 3. Not my type. She looks at me seriously. Messing with the kid’s food (preparing, organizing). I look again. She looks again. The 4 boys she has are playing with crayons and paper. Each one keeps looking at me. All 4 boys. They could be no more than 5 or 7. I look away because this whole visual interaction is irrelevant for what I want to discover.
There is a white couple (40s) (wife is an unremarkable 4) directly front of me but further away, just beside them gay dudes. Beside them an Asian girl (20s) solid 7, no tits and her Asian boyfriend (20s). The Asian boyfriend is all decked out with muscles and a tank top and tatoos and looks like a jealous guy. He looks like a douche-bag because his resting face resembles a UFC fighter with a chip on his shoulder. Sorry, judging a book by the cover, he looks like a low-self-esteem punk who still lives with well-off parents. He looks smug and arrogant. He just wants to be feared. Clown. This could just be me being mean. The kid could be a nice.
Anyone looking at his girl, like me for example, he looks back at them with a grim look. Fuck him. I then just look at his girl’s nice feet as she plays floppy with her flip flop. She looks at me, smiles then whispers something to him. They giggle. Fuck them. I’m just an older guy experimenting with Brute pheromone blend. LOL. Fuck me.
Minutes later….
Joe comes over with my order and collects my buzzer…..and I then see the sexy Spandex Platoon, now they are looking for a seat. They are holding plates of food. Where did they get?..how?. when?...whatever.
There are FOUR empty spots close to my position, but they quickly choose and sit adjacently in a booth from my two-seater table. Not more than 4 feet from me! Grey Spandex blonde from the platoon is sitting to my right. I look at her. She smiles. Black Spandex is tapping on her big phone. The light glistens her big ass ring, dramatically. They start talking.
I start eating..slowly. I look to my left. The 4 Indian boys each look at me in succession, like an orchestrated mime group. The Indian mother is eating and has this resting bitch face look at another white couple directly in front of me. I look over to my right to the Spandex Platoon. The one in black spandex looks directly at me, eyes to eyes. She a dirty blonde with green eyes. No makeup, but she doesn’t need much. She doesn’t smile. This is a calm expression or zoned expression. As if her mind is occupied for a second.
Note -Then she tilts her head and smiles. It was creepy looking at first. But then I realized she could be snapping back to reality and now sees a stranger (me) curiously looking at her with interest. She looks down at her food, then grabs the front of her sports shirt to pull on her sports bra to expose more cleavage. I think this is que for me to look at her implants as her intended adjustment can be construed as a flirt action. **look at my tits guy, it costed** -She must know I’m looking at her; she using her peripheral sense. All the meanwhile, the other friend is talking and showing her a receipt or piece of paper to something. The friend then brings out more papers. Are they real-estate agents?
The blonde who just played
'boob stun' with me looks at me again with a smile. She then takes her tennis shoes off to get more comfortable and sits with one leg over the other and one leg and foot dangling off the floor. They go over some papers and eat salad. They are talking a lot.
I’m feeling good about this. I finish my lunch. Get up, and look around to see who notices me prepare to make my way to the trash unit. The young Asian couple is looking at me. The girl is looking at me with a smirk. Her muscle boy bone-head looked then turned away to look out the window. I put my dish away and trash.
As I leave, I see the young hijab cashier. She smiles nicely and has a happy face. She says “Thank you, have a good one!” An old dude coming in for lunch is in a suit holds a door open for me to exit before he enters. I just thanked him.
There is a lot more going on. I only recorded what I felt was enough. I’ll do more Brute notes and post back here when possible.
Conclusion:
I still need to test Brute with more and longer conversations with folks other than my girl. She seems very talkative and bubbly with it, and then add touchy feely. But it’s hard to say. She does that with many other mones too. Right now, this is mostly observations from an introverted perspective, if you will.
For self-effects, I did feel social but moderately so.