Better than average looking dude. Alfa Maschio review. |
12-19-2012 3:51 AM
First off, let me give you some background about myself... even though this post will be about Alfa Maschio, my first mone.
I'm 21 years old and go to one of the largest universities in the United States. I've had multiple girlfriends of different ethnic/racial varieties and consider myself pretty accomplished in my sex life. I look better than your average dude and as a result I naturally mess around, party, whatever...
Being from a scientific-major background, and aware of the olfactory system in human beings and publications in academic journals on pheromones, I critically thought this purchase through... and I was ultimately extremely skeptical. I've taken substantial coursework on statistics, neuroscience, marketing, and human behavior.
So here it goes:
I ordered Alfa Maschio in the leather and steel scent after reading many reviews and received it 5 days later. It came in great fragile-box packaging and the box/bottle containing the mone-cologne were beautifully packaged... I would apply it the subsequent day. Next, here's where it might get a little wild, but I wanted to do some quasi-tests eventually. I would proceed to ride the most trafficked elevator in the study building that contains around 2000 students coming in and out on a daily basis. Around 65% of those students are female. (the 8s,8.5s,9s,9.5s as well, be jealous haha) Same me...a better than average looking guy. Same elevator that I always ride, same amount of traffic for the day, no events going on, no reason to be perky... ok. Out of the 28 or so no-mone (my quasi-control) elevator rides... a girl might have smiled, asked me what floor, yawned... Glad I didn't get caught riding the elevator.
So I go home and sleep on it. Next day:
I've already bought a new shower sponge, I've got a razor, scent-free shaving cream, scent-free soap/shampoo... time to get rid of any natural sweat residue...whatever...from the pits... shaved and bathed. Ok, now that's over with and I'm just as fast as Phelps. Down low, shampooed the beast but did not mow the gooch. Sponge time. I'm in an emergency shower in a level four containment facility... time to scrub everything... I emerge and grasp an unscented fresh, fresh, bleach-washed towel. I am completely dry and ready for silicone/ethanol applied whatever. I grab my laid out clothes and it's now time. It's 5pm and it's dark with winter sunlight. I'll be doing the tests all night. My body will heat up with walking, I will naturally sweat through my unscented deodorant eventually as well...
1 spray on the left of the neck. 1 on the right. 1 on the pulse and rubbed together. I'm 21, hopefully I do not produce too much of this stuff naturally. What's going to happen? I. smell. hmmm... Let's go. We're doing this. I don't care about what people are saying about a delayed 3 hour effect. Let's try this. No smiles, no posture difference, let's go. Stoic, but that's normal for me I guess. Drive to the elevator. Shit... let's get coffee first, that's my morning ritual anyway. Alright 16oz latte... Hand the credit card over... female cashier makes eye contact and drops the card. What the hell is happening? She starts telling me about her day and I didn't ask her? I respond... Well Anyways... you know they hate being ignored. She bites her lip but the words want to come out and she really starts aggressively twisting her hair. I'm thinking: Is this too much? I just want to go to the elevator. I'm trying not to laugh already. hahaha this is evil! wicked! this isn't real! Alright, contain your emotions... let's at least be quasi-scientific about this elevator ride test coming up.
Approach the elevator:
Oh damn, 2 blondes... this might be interesting. We get in. One chick is in good proximity to my left neck... her friend is kind of dazed but she's farther away in the elevator. We hit our floor buttons... same floor. Time to ride. BAM! Blondie on the left can no longer resist. She vehemently asks: "What are you here for?" Like wtf? What is happening. People aren't normally this open. My response: "Studying for this exam I've got tomorrow, you?" She goes: "Yeah, me too, I'm gonna be here all night..." and looks into me like I'm sex god or something. She takes the paper in my hand and starts scanning/reading it... the effect seems to increase the closer she gets. I figure out a way to abandon her... I'm like, I cannot wait for round 2 of the elevator test... This shit will continue to go down and I felt like I was in an axe commercial or something.
Elevator ride 2:
Blondie, another one turns to me agressively: "When did it start drizzling... When I left my house it was dry and like I got out of my car it was soaking WET." I'm like oh shit. These mones are no joke. I push her away and sadistically ignore her because I want to keep gathering the data.
Elevator ride 3:
Brazilian girl, talking about her parents in Brazil: turns to me.."Hey I'm Tatiana" -tells me as much as she can about Brazil in an elevator ride. The convo continues into the exited floor.
Elevator ride 4:
Frat bros: "What's your name? Nice to meet you man. Where are you from?" This whole time I haven't started a single conversation verbally or with a facial inquiry/gesture for any of these rides. What is happening? This is the missing puzzle piece. I am alpha and omega. I am not even trying. What is happening? This can't be real life.
Elevator ride 5:
Bam! Asian chick, high strung from the looks of it: "What's your name?" She's fidgeting like crazy. I might not be able to shake this one off when I depart for my floor. I get off, she gets off even though she selected a different floor. She yells: "wait!" I love ignoring chicks on purpose so I tell her I've gotta be somewhere... Her body language almost exemplifies rejection from me and she sulks away. Am I Lucifer? Does Lucifer wear mones or Alfa Maschio for that matter.
30ish times. Every single elevator ride out of 30 or so somebody approached me.
I got addicted to riding elevators. I have never gotten more approached in my life. Like one of you guys said it's a tool. It's like a musician placing fingers correctly on a finger board to play in-tune chords. I already know what to say and how to gesture and speak with my body. But this... This is different. I've changed. Chris, you've created something that works just right for someone with my attributes or maybe even an average dude.
I wasn't too alpha. I wasn't intimidating. I unequivocally was NOT their best friend. I was someone to trust. I was attractive. I had presence.The people loved me. People treat me as if I am a god or something. I feel like Christian Troy in Nip Tuck. I can't even tell my best friend that I wear this because I want it all for me. I don't want anyone else to have this. Chris, you killed it with Alfa Maschio. This is the alpha dream.
(This post was last modified: 12-19-2012 4:40 AM by Lamborghini.)