Monday, March 5, 2012

The Erring Prophet

We were in the hotel lobby, which was nicer than most, with clean white lines, a crackling fire, and comfortable leather armchairs.

This was a first date, and we had just started to chat about siblings. 

A man wandered by; after noting the date's kapul, he shares the fact that he is also a coreligionist. But then: 

"I'm psychic," he continues, "and I can see that you two are for each other." 


"I can tell about such things; you'll be very happy together." 

He went on in this vein for quite some time. 

He wandered off eventually, pausing to wave cheerfully over his shoulder, and I wiggled my fingers in return. As soon as he was out of sight I burst out laughing in an attempt to defuse the situation.  

My poor date looked somewhat shell-shocked; I kept on hooting. 

The sentimental side of me (I have one, deep, deep down) had a mystical feeling for a moment, wondering if it was a sign.  

Nah. It turned out to be "mutual." Our sooth-sayer will have to turn in his ESP credentials.


aminspiration said...

i had something similar happen to me, ive been mistaken for married on a date- that was awkward..

Princess Lea said...

He went on and on and ON about how perfect we are for each other. I was dying.