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Pheromone Diaries | How I met the girl of my dreams

My Name is Dave W.  I’m 48,  I live in Houston Texas.  I work on an oil rig in the Gulf.  I’ve spent a lot of my life being single.  I guess I’ve always been shy with women.  I don’t have a lot of confidence.  I look ok for my age.  I could lose a few pounds.  No six pack abs here.  I’m really tired of being single.  I think part of my problem is the fact that I have to travel so much for work.  Every time I start to get into a groove at home, I have to go back out to the rig.

I’ve worked for several different companies.  They all do things differently.  I currently have to fly from Texas into New Orleans then take a helicopter to the job.  When you spend a three weeks out at sea you can lose track of time, and by time, I mean your life.

About a year ago I started reading books and stuff on the internet about how to get girls, attract women, be a pickup artist, etc.  Everything I studied was so freakin complicated.  I tried to apply what I had learned with no real results.  I decided to do the whole seminar thing.  As I was flying to Austin for the how to meet women course, I was convinced I would be the oldest guy there.  I was wrong about that!  I could see that lonely, single guys, came in all ages, shapes, sizes and colors.  Out of the group of 25 students, the oldest guy was 72 years old!

The whole thing was pretty strait forward.  Run pickup routines during the day with the instructor, and then go out at night to try them out.  The take away from the whole experience was 25 like minded guys, basically in the same boat; bonding over how amazing it was to hang out with our pickup guru and watch him meet one girl after another.  It turned out to be more of a very expensive ego trip to Austin then a life changing PUA Boot Camp.  And by ego trip, I don’t mean mine.

The good: I stayed in touch with some of the guys I met in Austin.  One of them was Jake a self admitted “Keyboard Casanova” who spent more time reading about how to meet women then actually going out with them.  The other was Chester the 72 year old.  Before I move on, I need to tell you that Chester was no old fuddy duddy.  He lives in South Beach, FL drives a Bentley and dresses like a million bucks.  That’s because Chester has more money then Mitt Romney and more toys then Mattel.  Is a jet considered a toy?  Anyway, Chester sent some of his new pals a gift.  I got mine the day I was leaving again for the oil rig.

The moment of truth:  Once I got settled in my cabin I opened the plain brown envelope (compliments of Chester) it contained a bottle something called Phermax Pheromones.  I pulled on what I thought was a cap or lid then pressed down on it and sprayed or should I say blasted me with a super fine mist of whatever Androstadienone Pheromone is.  Clearly it was unscented but I could smell a hint of something.  All I can say is I instantly felt relaxed, it’s hard to explain.  I kinda felt smoothed over like the way you feel after a thunder storm.  The bottle said Attracts Women, Ultra Concentrated, Use Responsibly?  What the hell was this stuff?  But what difference did it make now?  I’m out in the middle of the ocean with a crew of greasy dudes on a oil rig!  Or was I…

On the way to eat dinner I passed an incredibly beautiful woman walking out of the galley.  I figured she was an executive assistant to one of the big shots from corporate.  Later that night I went up on deck just in time to see a amazing full moon rise.  Guess who I bumped into.  The girl I passed down below.  Now normally I would have froze up, got tongue tied, but not this time.  I felt calm and confident.  Beautiful I said looking up at the moon.  I held out my hand and said Hi I’m Dave.  She smiled and said “Lisbeth”.  I laughed and said Lisbeth Salander?  Shouldn’t you be hacking the rigs computers?  She smiled and giggled “So you’re a fan of foreign film?”  I have NetFlicks does that count?  More giggles and lite conversation then we went down below.  I Never kiss and tell: Lets just say I know what the executive cabins look like now.

New Problem: Me, 48, American, live in Houston,  Liesbeth, 29, Dutch, lives in Amsterdam.  Silver lining… She has a corporate condo in NOLA in the French Quarter.