I was done with psychic game. I have been out for a while now, living a respectable, legitimate life. The allure of giving strangers readings over the phone impersonating “Farah the psychic” had worn off. But that has not stopped the people from calling. Even though I have been turning down readings telling callers that this was indeed the wrong number, the real Farah seems to still be taking in clients…and winning over their hearts.
It was a regular Friday night when I received a text from an unknown number asking how I was. I responded that I was well, but had to regretfully inform the texter I didn’t know who they were. Things escalated quickly when I was told it was a secret admirer.
At this point I was unaware that the texter was not seeking me, but Farah. I played along unsure if this was a prank or real, so I gave snarky responses.
The texter was keen on a date. Asking me questions about my ideal date.
Then the gender was revealed when HE asked me what kind of guy I am usually into. The fun began.
He was pushing for dinner with me the following evening. I asked if he lived in a house. He said yes. I informed him I do not go to stranger’s houses. This is when he informed me that we had met previously. I had given him a reading. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. I had again assumed the identity of Farah, Psychic and Spiritual healer.
We flirted, playing the name game.
Things escalated when I asked for pics.
I asked if he was an innie or outie.
He quickly caught onto my game though.
He was blunt with me. I liked that. Had I been Farah I may have actually give him a chance, had he not sent me a picture of his belly button of course.
I agreed to a date for Sunday. He wanted to take me to a Scandinave Spa.
He knew a lot about spas.
We learned a little bit more about each other, before I bid him goodnight.
It was nice to feel wanted, even if it wasn’t really me Curious George desired.