So I dated a witch. I didn’t know it at the time when we met, but she talked about it later. She was a “weather witch,” meaning she felt she could influence the weather. She was a believer in the “law of attraction” too.
One time we were at a party and she started talking about time machines and how scientists have already invented one. I had to stand there with a smile on my face while she prattled on about it in front of others. I was like I wish I had a time machine so I could go back in time and not go out on this date.
One time she was over at my house and an owl started hooting across the street. That was very odd. She went to the window and listened and said the owl was giving her a message – as a weather witch her familiar was an owl. Anyway, she left because of the owl’s message. I don’t speak owl, so I have no idea what the owl said.
Turns out the owl was telling her to go be with this other guy she had recently met. He was a warlock. I really couldn’t compete. The guy can cast spells, has those glowing red eyes, and gets to wear a nifty cape. I can’t even do card tricks! So she threw me over for a master of the mystic arts.
(And that relationship ended up being a disaster for her, even though she told me he was her “soulmate.” Turns out her soulmate lived with and had children with another woman. Oh well.)
And about her church, I think it’s called the Fifth Spiritualist Church. I went to her church and they talk to dead people there – seriously. They have mediums who talk to the dead people who apparently follow us around. And you know what? They’ve gone to the Great Beyond! They’ve Parted the Veil. They know the mysteries of Life and Death! And what do they come back to tell us? “Why aren’t you wearing a scarf? It’s cold out.” The dead are apparently really boring! So I have transcribed a typical session. :)
Dead: I see…I see…
Living: What? What do you see?
Dead: I see…someone who needs to remember to always wear clean underwear! A squirrel runs in front of your car, a dog chases the squirrel, you swerve, and you wake up at the hospital with doctors wearing Rolexes who went to Ivy League schools peering down at you with holes in your underwear! You want that?
Living: Ma?
Dead: Of course it’s your mother! Who else would care about your underwear? Calvin Klein? And button up when you leave. It’s winter and this isn’t Miami Beach.
Living: Ma, you came back from the dead to scold me about how I dress? Where is the life-altering message?
Dead: You want life-altering? Cut down on the red meat and eat more vegetables. I can hear your arteries hardening all the way here in the spirit world. It’s not a pretty sound. And while you’re at it, would it hurt you to write your mother once in awhile?
Living: But Ma, you’re dead!
Dead: Always with the excuses, this one!
So that was my affair of the heart with a witch.