HOT OFF YAHOO - The Pill Makes Women Pick Bad Mates

[voluptuary_manque]

Another example of scent being the master of attraction came in an unlikely form.

In the early 70s a friend of mine was an asst. manager at a gay disco club in North Hollywood called The Paradise Ballroom. I lived in Orange County at the time and was usually bored out of my mind. Often I would cruise up to his club to have a little fun.

On nights when I was ovulating, lots of gay men would buy me drinks and ask me to dance even though I was a hetero woman. They would say things like, "I don't know why I am talking to you or buying you a drink. Oh I love this Diana Ross song, let's go dance!"

A couple of weeks later when I was on my period I would arrive and stand by myself all night long, like I had the plague. After a couple of months of this, I figured it out and went to the club specifically when I was ovulating to check it out. It worked every time. My natural scent ignited reactions in gay men that confused them and delighted me.

Just a lively little chemical factory, aren't you? If Dow ever figures out just what that particular pheramone is, look out world!

 

[Le Jacquelope]

Staying with the scent discussion, I know what you mean. A girlfriend introduced me to a guy thinking we might hit it off. He was a talkative goof, but his neck smelled so good, without cologne, I almost swooned. First time for that reaction.

The same womam then introduced me to his brother whome she loved and hoped to keep. That was a big mistake. I dumped the first brother and went for the second. He complied fully. Why? Because he smelled even better than his brother. I was a bit ashamed but we stayed together for seven years and it ended badly, I am sad to say. But, that is what I call Sexual Chemistry IA in the school of life. It happens so rarely, it must be deemed valuable.

That wasn't you choosing a bad mate; that was the 7 year itch right there.

Hell, where I come from, there is no such thing as a woman choosing a bad mate... the guy is always to blame...