future sex/love cards

There's a girl at work who claims to read Tarot cards. It's a hobby, she says. I always thought of it more as a gift, a skill, that people are born with. Yes, I believe in supernatural powers. I mean, not anything extreme like flying or whatnot. But I believe in sixth senses. Or people being more in tune with a different world other than our own. I think anything is possible.

Everyone in her department made fun of her, and they all said they would never get their cards read. I just happened to be walking by (I have a gift of showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time), and they called me over. After poking fun at her and saying no one in their right mind would ever get their cards read unless they were crazy or desperate, I said, "I would." They all kind of stopped laughing and turned to me. So naturally, they challenged me. "You'd really get your future read to you? What if you found out that you're going to die tomorrow?" they asked. I just said, "Well, then I'd better do everything I want to do today." They started taunting me and saying that I was full of it. I wasn't! I just felt sorry for the girl!

Okay, normally if given the choice, I wouldn't do this. I don't know if I believe in it, but in any case, I don't really care for it. Ignorance is bliss, if you ask me. I'm not opposed to it, I just choose not to associate myself with it. I'm not superstitious. Just a little-stitious.

She got really happy and excited and said she'd bring in her cards this week. Well, she brought them today. I have my first tarot reading at 4pm. Am I excited? A little bit, I suppose. Am I scared? Hell to the yeah. I have to keep my game face on.

I wonder what kind of things she's going to say. I think I can request no bad news, right? Then again, wouldn't I want to know if something bad is going to happen to me? No, I don't think I do. But then would I be able to prevent it? Probably not. No, I shouldn't ask. Hmm.

On another note, I have an old high school friend who I've been keeping in touch with fairly closely over the years. We don't communicate on a regular basis, but when we do, it's always good conversation. He's easy to talk to, and it's always simple for us to just pick up from where we left off. Anyway, we exchanged emails earlier this week. Nothing too straying from the norm. Just catching up on the news in our lives. But then, at the end of his letter, and I had to do a double take on this small paragraph, he asked if I would be interested in being his... friend with benefits?

Now, I wasn't quite sure what this meant. I've heard the term many times since high school, and I wasn't really clear as to the definition. I thought it could range from being friends that make out, hold hands, and do all that bf/gf stuff without having the title. Meaning, messing around without strings attached. I got the second part right, but apparently, FWB involves sex. Actually, it's only sex.

How bizarre! At first, I was taken aback. And then, I was flattered. And then, I was thinking what kind of person he must think I am! And then, I actually considered it for a moment. First off, I'm not a really sexually-driven person. In fact, I was never really able to wrap my mind around how guys think about this subject all the time. Is this true? I've only heard. Though this type of thing is usually out of my normal realm of activities, I am the type, however, to definitely be open to new experiences, and this, my friends, would definitely be an interesting experience. However, after not too much thought, I knew it would be emotionally impossible for me not to get invested into a relationship with him. I ask myself, though, why I'm not able to draw the line between relationships and just pure, unadulterated, fun with no obligations? It's like asking someone, if you had to read "Jane Eyre" and write a 5 page paper about rising feminism during the Victorian era or just watch the movie, which would you do?

See, I'm the nutso who always preferred reading the books. Summer Towel told me yesterday that every scenario he's ever given me, I've always been the exception. Is this good or bad?

I wrote my friend back this morning. I must admit, it's still a bit strange to me. Why me of all people? Just because I'm single? I don't know. I never could have seen it coming. I wonder if any Tarot cards could have predicted that.