"A photo was projected on to a wall in a cool Shoreditch bar of a man holding a T-shirt with the number 37 displayed on the bag it was residing in.
It wasn’t just any T-shirt – this was a garment I’d worn to sleep in for the last three nights, in a bid for it to absorb my smell and attract a mate.This man had been instructed to spend the evening sniffing about 50 different ladies’ tops, who were all aged in their mid-twenties, and he’d decided that my scent – captured on my plain grey top – was the most desirable… That is, mine and woman number 64, whose garment he had in his left hand.
Luckily for me, he hadn’t a clue who that belonged to. But his kind face made me keen to reveal myself to him. Perhaps we’d get along and I’d get a few dates out of it.
It was worth a shot. This pheromone party in 2015 was something I’d decided to attend on a whim, after seeing it on the Design My Night website.The idea behind the event was that if you are attracted to someone’s pheromones then it increases the chances of you being a love match.
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