My first Psychic Reading Was Without My Consent

When I say without my consent, I mean, it happened so out of the blue. I only realized it was actually some sort of a spontaneous psychic reading after the fact.

Let me explain.

Me and my boyfriend at the time were out at a club, dancing and having a great time. We loved each other so deeply and we were already making plans to get married.

We took a break from dancing and I went to the bathroom. After I was done, I went to the sink to wash my hands and face. A woman walked in. There was nothing special about her, just an ordinary woman, we came face to face. She was staring right into my eyes.

That made me a little bit uncomfortable, I said "good evening!" She said "good evening."

Then she said: "The man you are going to marry is here tonight." That made me smile, I said: "I know, I am here with him right now, he is waiting for me outside the door."

I noticed the strange look on her face, it was almost as if she was worried. Then she said something that made my blood freeze.

"You are not going to marry him. He won't be around much longer. There is another man here. He will be your future husband."

I smiled, "obviously some nut case," I thought to myself. I just said "OK, thank you." I walked out of the bathroom.

I must have been confused, my boyfriend asked me if everything was OK. I told him what had just happened. He laughed hard. "She is just a freak, come on, do you really believe that a normal person could say something like that to someone they see in a public bathroom?" He was right.

However, I couldn't help myself, that night I kept looking around in the club, just to see if there would be anyone physically attractive enough, for me to consider. You know, if that person was really there that night, I was trying to maybe subconsciously take mental photos.

There was a long haired guy, with blue eyes, quite attractive. But he was with another girl. Then there was another guy who looked like a nerd, but handsome enough. A bit chubby, and shy. Everyone else, I thought, was really not my type.

I went to the bar to get myself another drink. The two bartenders were trying to imitate Tom Cruise in the movie Cocktail, which was popular at the time. They were doing silly things like juggling bottles and glasses. One had long curly blond hair, brown eyes, he was very handsome, and super tall. I am super short. The other one had short brown hair and a long beard. Overly muscular body, I am not into muscular guys. I was a little bit annoyed because they weren't paying attention to the customers.

Fast forward to 3 months later. I woke up to a phone call from my boyfriend's brother. He told me my boyfriend had an accident, he was in the hospital, in a coma. Unfortunately, he couldn't make it. I never thought about the encounter with that woman though. It was so irrelevant in that moment. The pain of losing him was too heavy to handle.

Then fast forward again to 3 years later. I was dating someone else. He was bald as heck, and for me, always being attracted to long-haired dudes, it was a first. He was quite chubby as well. No facial. He was working as an insurance salesman.

One day, he told me he used to have long curly blond hair up until a couple of years ago. Then he lost all of it. Just like his father, when he was his age, was already bald. Intrigued, I asked him to show me an old photo.

There he was, the bartender with long, curly, blond hair, from that night. I paused. The first thing that came to my mind, was that woman. I said nothing to my boyfriend. Not even when we got married, and not even after we got a divorce after 4 years of marriage. The only person who ever knew this incident was my late boyfriend who was with me at the club that night. And that woman, would she even remember me?