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Pregnancies, Fortune Tellers and Me.

Posted in Birds & the Bees by dagnydarling on September 20, 2010

I went to a psychic yesterday.  It needs to be mentioned that I generally don’t buy into this kind of thing, and actually am slightly weirded out by it.  Regardless, I found myself sitting with Camille yesterday in a room the size of my closet, watching her flip cards over and more or less tell me what the future holds.

I won’t put it all in here, but I will tell you that she told my best friend that she’d get knocked up in the near future.  No mention of husband or significant other, just a baby…. So in comparison, I think my future is looking far brighter than hers.

What Camille did mention was Mr. Pretty.  I confess, I have still been speaking with him.  Meeting up, talking, kissing once in a while, whatever.  But when we met up yesterday for breakfast, I was totally discouraged to see that he’s beginning to change.  He says he’s “fan-fucking-tastic” and has never been in a better spot in his life, so that’s great.  But it just so happens that this person that I always, stupidly, thought he was deep down isn’t actually there.  He’ll continue on his path and growing and changing, but he’ll never be the person that I liked to think he was, or could be.  Plus, he’s hitting his dating stride sort of late in the game, and to listen to him talk about it was less than awesome.

Camille told me that God wants him out of my life, but I keep fighting it.  I hang on.  No shit, huh?  But oddly enough, yesterday I had vowed to close that door anyway.  Leaving it open just encourages lingering feelings, confusion, and ultimately it will all end with me waging war on my self… because I’m attracted to things/people that are blatantly unhealthy for me.  Today I threw away the stuff he wrote me, I deleted his phone number, I need to delete him from facebook.  Don’t get me wrong: I am not mad at him.  But I know that he and I just don’t work– in fact, I don’t even think I want it to work anymore.

The other, far more interesting, thing Camille said was that I had a boyfriend in my near future.  I have mixed feelings about being in another relationship, but if Camille was right, then he sounds like a pretty good fella.  Apparently, he’s 6 foot (which I would dig), light hair and light eyes, old school, older than I am but only by a few years, a libra who is great with computers.  And here’s where it gets creepy, or where I start to read too much into this whole thing; take your pick… 

The guy from last weekend at the bar and I met up last night.  Even though the kid texts and doesn’t call and was a little bit of a cheeseball, I figured why not.  My girlfriends and I made it to the bar before him because I was worried that I wouldn’t remember what he looked like and didn’t want to get ambushed… And in he walks.  I’m pleasantly surprised to find that I didn’t quite remember how attractive he really was, which is always nice.  After that weird, obligatory friends-meet-other-friends thing, my best friend starts asking him some bizarre questions…. that I later realize are angled at him being the guy Camille predicted..

The new guy is, in fact, a libra.  He is actually 6 foot 2, and is a computer wiz who loves to read and write and graduated from Berkely.  He has sandy blond hair and blue eyes and was raised by his single mom and claims to be incredibly “old school.”  He’s 29.

WHAT?!

So naturally, I made out with him at the end of the night.  And naturally, I’m totally creeped out and totally curious to see what, if anything happens here.  I think we’ll call him the Libra.

And should any of you want to freak yourself out like this, just let me know and I’ll hook you up with Camille’s number.

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  1. BeneathTheSpinLight said, on September 20, 2010 at 5:35 pm

    Good luck with the Libra!


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