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'm psychic," he continues, "and I can see that you two are for each other."
(Choke)
"I can tell about such things; you'll be very happy together."
He went on in this vein for quite some time.
"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.
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.
Nah. It turned out to be "mutual." Our sooth-sayer will have to turn in his ESP credentials.
hilarious
ReplyDeletei had something similar happen to me, ive been mistaken for married on a date- that was awkward..
He went on and on and ON about how perfect we are for each other. I was dying.
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