So out of frustration Michele emails me in the wee hours of Saturday morning professing she’s had it with her site and she’s quitting blogging. I was so shocked I called her from the club I was at, while my voluptuous, soon to be companion for the evening excused herself and went to the bathroom. When I got her on the phone I discovered she was experiencing some sort of coding frustration. So as she finishes her quick vent, she pauses briefly and says to me, “btw, don’t try so hard or be overly fawning with the girl you’re with, she already likes you and I don’t think she’s the kind of girl you want.”

“Are you kidding me, that’s exactly the kind of girl I want.” I begin to look around to make sure Michele isn’t playing some sort of practical joke on me. She then says, “Stop looking around I’m not there”.

“Okay, you’ve got my attention”, so I ask, “How do you know she’s not the girl for me. You want to keep me for yourself?” I say laughing loudly. A pause ensues on the other end followed a by a heavy reluctant sigh.

“Don’t laugh, okay?” she says in a very serious tone. I can tell she’s deciding whether to trust me or not. After a moment I promise I won’t laugh, she takes a deep breath and says, “It doesn’t happen often, but every once in a while I have a Deja Vous type dream. I dreamt about this situation about 6 months ago”.
I shook my head a bit confused, my companion, having returned looked at me questioningly. “But, you and I didn’t meet until 2 months ago”.

“That’s how psychic dreams work, you dream them first and then they come to pass” she says very matter of factly.

“How can you or I be sure that what you’re saying is actually true?” I say this in total disbelief, after all I have this gorgeous brunette sitting across from me and smiling, and until this call I had wonderful plans for the rest of her evening so I knew it couldn’t be true.

In a bit of a frustrated tone, Michele begins with “She’s got long dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She has a fair complexion, and is wearing Indian style drop earrings with a turquoise stone in the middle of them. She’s wearing a dark brown halter top that’s tied at the nape of the neck; it has fringes at the bottom and turquoise stone embroidery around her bust. She’s also wearing a necklace that matches her earrings and in a moment she’s going to do something very sweet that your mother used to do when you were sick as a child.”

To say I was shocked at such an accurate description is to put it mildly. Her description shook me up so much that my companion reached out to me, and as she brushed my hair aside, asked if I was feeling okay and placed the back of her hand against my forehead and cheek. She then commented how I looked as white as a ghost.

“Look Colin, the point of this dream is for me to tell you that though she seems like a really nice girl, she just lost her father a few months ago and is looking for someone to take care of her. She’s not the short term – get you through labor day - kind of summer fling you’re hoping for.”

Well, to say I was undergoing evening deflation from my ruined expectations is an understatement. Michele continued, “I know, I know, you think I’ve ruined your evening, but think of it this way, I’ve stopped you from getting into a very messy situation.” My own reaction was ‘how does she do this… is she a mind reader too?’

“Colin, you should know that her 2 previous boyfriends had to take out a number of restraining orders against her. I say a number because she violated a few of them. I’m telling you this so you won’t be the Don Juan that pushes her over the edge and makes her turn crazy or violent.”

Well, I donÂ’t know if Michele was kidding or not, but I wasnÂ’t about to take any chances to find out if she was wrong. Since they both frightened me, I quickly hung up the phone, made my excuses and ran out like a bat out of hell.

I must say IÂ’m still shaken from the experience. IÂ’ve thought of nothing else the entire morning. This has never happened to me, nor do I know anyone itÂ’s ever happened to. Part of me doesnÂ’t even want to talk to Michele ever again, she scared me that badly. Communicating via email is fine for me.

Who knew Michele could be psychic. I wonder if she can read my mind when IÂ’m around her in meetings as well. This is definitely not normal. Has anything like this ever happened to anyone out there? Please help settle my nerves and tell me it has. If not then lie to me, I'd appreciate it.

Update: Just checked with the woman that set up the blind date. (Yes, I'll be more selective about set ups next time.)

My date did have several restrainig orders placed on her. The reason our mutual friend set us up: we seemed compatible and my date has been under court mandated therapy for 2 more years, she's just completed her first year.

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1 You should be scared... very scared! Don't you know... women the world over have a 6th sense and a radar about men. We can spot a cheater, lecher and a lier a mile away.

Posted by: Lisa at August 15, 2005 12:43 PM (0cwiO)

2 Whoa, that is freaky. Did you check into the restraining order thing? Was Michele right?

Posted by: R P at August 15, 2005 03:48 PM (LlPKh)

3 Someone had to get restraining orders against her? and you still had the nerve to blog about her? Now, that's living a bit dangerously, no?

Posted by: Charles at August 15, 2005 04:08 PM (RkGPs)

4 All the time, then I found out my wife had hired a private detective to follow me around to make sure I was being faithfull!

Posted by: Contagion at August 15, 2005 10:00 PM (M8Swz)

5 Heck, that's one of the reasons I talk with Michele as often as I can. She's awesome!

Posted by: _Jon at August 15, 2005 11:27 PM (sSrI9)

6 I really hope Michele hasn't had any dreams about me. I can hear it now: "You'll forget your anniversary and your wife will hide your body in that old freezer in the garage."

Posted by: Harvey at August 15, 2005 11:55 PM (ubhj8)

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