Function: noun
Etymology: International Scientific Vocabulary phero- (from Greek pherein to carry) + -mone (as in hormone) —: a chemical substance that is usually produced by an animal and serves especially as a stimulus to other individuals of the same species for one or more behavioral responses. We have decided through our discussions our Pheromones are low, and our flirting skills have diminished. This has to be fixed! So.....
Friday night, my cousin, our friend Amy, and I met at a local restaurant for dinner. My cousin was to be the designated driver for she and I (we live with in a mile of each...convenient!) since she had to have her daughter at dance class the next morning. I'm always the DD so this was a good thing for me. But as fate would have it....it's never about me. When the waitress brought us our bills, I ask who the band was going to be that night. It was a band that I had heard before and they are fairly decent for a bunch of "good 'ol boys". So my cousin said she'd stay, but she couldn't listen to music without being able to drink. How lame an excuse was that to drink! haha. So we switch rolls and I became the DD. (again...never about me :( We paid our cover charge and stayed. Well in a good "honky-tonk" there's always the man to hook up with before the night is over...the catch! (or at least in her world that how it goes!) Don't want anything more than the catch. It's good for the ego and lets us know at our age (very middle40's) the pheromones are still working. However, hers were on over time.
We had sat at table in the back of the bar area. As the band began to play, across from us set a table of men worth fishing for (hence throwing out the pheromone bait). Now my cousin had been checkin' them out since they sat down and had eyed the fish she was going for....he just had to take the bait! (pheromones) Now, admittedly, she's good. Can't say that we've not been out that she didn't catch what she wanted. However, this fish wouldn't even make eye contact! Never ever has this happened. But the fishing went on. You never leave your spot when you know the catch is there. As fate would have it the table of men drew more friends from within the restaurant/bar. One "big ol boy" was standing right in the line of her eye contact. This was not good. She repeatedly made remarks about not being able to see....each one getting louder and louder. Then it happened...big ol boy turned around! As it turned out he was a friend of her sons. A "22" year old friend. Neal. Unfortunately Neal had an instant reaction the pheromones! So she is trying to fish the other table and the 22 year old is flirty with her! (the pheromones are on overtime...turn them down!) He's telling her how hot she is, etc... all the while to his closed ears (evidently a side effect of the screaming pheromones) she's telling him how she still sees him as the little boy running around the yard with a towel tied around his neck for a cape and she wants the fish at the other table, that won't bite! But as we watched this group of men, something became very apparent...these were the touchy, feeliest men we'd ever seen. (You can read what you want into that). We read it that it didn't matter how high the pheromone level she wasn't going to catch this fish with noting less than testosterone!
She now had to set her hook to a bigger fish willing to except the pheromone bait and leave poor Neal gasping on the bank...and she did. Poor Neal, drowned by the lack of oxygen due to the pheromone factor. He was just to young to swim with the big fish.
Moral..."The Neal Factor"...be careful where you cast your pheromones....they could be stronger than you remeber! (...and it was never about me!)
Until next time....enjoy fishing :)!
