My single friend, Louis, was on a roll. I always wondered how he did it
because no matter what I did, no matter how much I tried, he seemed to
have the touch. It was as if he was wearing some of that pheromone shit
or as if he just produced it naturally. Whatever it was, we used to say
"he had the smell".

While I was reading about pheromones, I was tempted to buy a bottle.
But then I came to my senses, hell, if the dick enlarging crap didn't
work, I doubt the pheromone liquid would get me anything but "ewww
what's that smell!". That would suck and the main idea, out on the
trail, was to minimize the humiliation factor. Women can smell
desperation. Yea, once they know you have that insatiable need, you're
toast. Maybe rubbing the smell of a vagina on my shirt would work
better. At least it would trick the women into thinking I was actually
getting some.

When we were out on the trail, women just glommed onto Louis like flies
on shit. I hate to say it that way because some of the women were, in
my eyes, perfect specimens. In no way am I implying that these women
were anything but fine. I'd listen to him talk story, I'd analyze his
body movements and watch the women salivate in hopes of learning just a
little. My game needed a boost to the next level.

Part of the truth is that I'd never be Louis, he had the looks and was
fairly smart. After living that way for so many years, you can't help
but have that air of confidence. It was kindergarten shit for him. For
me, it was a constant battle, a precision bit of maneuvering where
every move counted; like in a chess game.

I couldn't afford to make a wrong move risking defeat. Though I walked
tall with shoulders back, inside, I knew who I was. My confidence came
from being rejected so many times, it didn't feel abnormal nor did it
bother me that much. I just "picked myself up and got back into the
race". That's life eh. In my younger days rejection was devasting but
finally, I recognized that being down was not a good attribute and not
something you can hide.

Louis always had a story about his love machine. He used to say that
women came in cycles. Even Louis and his perfect game would tell us
about his dry spells. He'd say that you can't give up and you don't
want to accept anything but what you truly desire. Times will improve
and when they improve then love comes through like a freight train.

He'd talk about those times when he was inundated with beautiful women.
All coming at him at once with lustful desire. He'd look up and almost
go into a trance with long pauses as he recollected the beauty and
passion of those days filled with love. He even had some videos but to
our dismay, would never share them.