I'm not sure if my pheromones have changed their scent or I am becoming more comfortable verbally and physically jousting with women but I am creating an unusual amount of sexual tension.

Friday night. Receive a text from a high school friend, HB 9. I have not seen her in two years. I've always wanted to be physical with her but I was too beta back then. She is in town and wants to get drinks. I meet up with her at her friend's apartment to "pre-game" before going to the bars. When she sees me I can see this look in her eyes. My physique has improved somewhat from the last time she saw me and I can tell she approves.

I go over and give her a hug. She is of Polish descent as am I. She has always made it known she found that attractive. She tells me, "here is my favorite Polish boy."

"Mademoiselle, it has been too long," I respond. (Where mademoiselle came from I do not know. The way she said boy came across as her talking down to me, playfully, I just went with the role play.)

We drink and become more socially lubricated. I'm sitting on a couch and talking to her friends, she is sitting right next to me. Her amazing legs are up against mine. I apply pressure with my leg up against hers and she returns it. I then use my left hand to touch her leg. She puts up no resistance. I continue with a light circular motion. She begins whispering in my ear when she is talking to me.

At the bars she is attached to my hip. After an hour I isolate her from the rest of the group and look her in the eyes. She looks back into mine and then looks down for a second and then back up into mine. I tell her, "I have wanted to do this for a while." I go in for the K-close.

She whispers, "Lets get out of here."

I hail a cab and we go back to my house. I have let it be known here that I am still a virgin. We are in my bed and it is getting heated. I inform her I am still a virgin and she respects it. I pleasure her with the ways I know and she returns the favor.

Saturday night. I go back home Saturday day to see the family. Eat some good and expensive food and then go to the local bar around nine. I meet up with some friends I had not seen since last summer. Around 10:30 a woman, HB 8, who I had met last summer as well shows up. I always thought she was gorgeous. Turns out a friend at the table invited her out. Fortunately for me the only open chair is right next to me.

I can tell she recognized me from last summer but she does not remember my name, nor do I remember hers. I reintroduce and we start talking it up. She asks me, "don't you have an interesting last name?"

I reply and ask, "You could say that. Why do you ask?"

"Because you look European and I remember your last name being interesting."

I laugh and tell her my last name. (This is the third time a woman has told me I look European. Interesting)

I do not initiate the kino, she does. She becomes a lot more comfortable around me and keeps on touching my arm, hands, shoulder, and leg when she is talking to me. I reciprocate with a little of my own. Eventually she leaves her hand on my leg.

Curious I ask her, "What makes me look European?"

She lists off a number of facial features and compliments me on my physique. I try my best to keep a stoic face but cannot help from smiling. The compliments are too much and I appreciate them.

I jokingly tell her, "I appreciate you saying I look 'European', the last person to say something similar said I looked like a Nazi. More precisely they said I looked like the 'Jew Hunter' in 'Inglorious Basterds'. (True story about the Nazi part. Kind of disconcerting. I would rather my appearance be the definition of something else. Thanks Tarintino.)

She gives out a shriek and says, "Oh yeah! You do look like him. He is attractive."

I am in uncharted territory. I have never received this many compliments from a woman before. She has made it known of her attraction to me. At closing time the group hangs outside for another ten minutes making small talk. When we leave the HB 8 says her car is that why, I indicate that mine is as well. My car is actually in the opposite direction. We arrive at her car and she stops looking at me. I tell her, " you know, I do not see my car."

She gives me a bewildered look and says something to me.

I say, "I do not think my car is over here. Actually, I wanted to make sure you got to your car safely." While talking we have both walked toward each other. Same as Friday night I look directly into her eyes. She looks into mine, looks down, and looks back into mine. I go in for the K-close. After five minutes we part ways.

She then yells to me, "I do not have your number!"

I respond, "You have my last name, look me up!"

I do not know what vibe I'm giving but women that I have met previously cannot seem to keep their hands off me when I meet them again. Whatever I'm doing is working. Having met these two women previously perhaps they are already comfortable with me and it makes my job of getting physical with them easier. Whatever the reason I am not complaining. I now need to increase my success with women that I have just met.