Day 278: It's in the tea leaves

Let the countdown begin!

When I walked into work today I had no idea my single days were numbered.

It was employee appreciation day, which means a day full of food and fun for all the employees at my tv station.

One of the activities was a tea leaf reader. When I heard she was there, I jumped at the chance to have a reading. I love that stuff!

By the time I went up to put my name on the list, all the slots were full, so I added my name to the bottom of the list and hoped for the best, but wasn't sure it was in the cards... or leaves as the case may be.

When they brought in lunch a lightbulb went off in my head. I know tv people, I've been around them all of my adult life, and when food shows up they swarm it like a school of ravenous pirahnas.

I thought to myself, 'everyone is going to be eating, so now's my chance to cut in front of the line' and get in with the tea leaf reader... and I was right!

No one was there so I hopped in the seat and we got started.

She poured my tea, and asked for my birthday, then she told me to drink the tea while she proceeded to look up my birthday in a numerology book.

Based off my astrological sign, she was able to tell me quite a bit about my personality, and some periods of good fortune coming my way.

After drinking the tea, she told me to take the cup and circle the saucer 3 times, then flip it upside down and place it on the saucer.

Based off the tea leaves she was able to tell me I've had a tough time the past two years, but I have managed to perservere just by plugging away. She was dead on in that regard.

Then she said 'Cinderella, you are Cinderella. There is a slipper in your cup, and Prince Charming will come in 61 days. He's close by.' She went on to say 'you will be a princess and you will have everything you want'

I was flabbergasted! First of all, I'm absolutely no princess, nor do I ever intend to be one, but I was more stunned by the 61 days.

I laughed and said 'if you're right I'm calling you in 61 days!' I wasn't laughing at her, the number just threw me off, 61 is so random, it's not 2 months, or 60 days, it was 61 days.... strange?

I have to admit I was also pretty happy that it was happening.

A little later she said 'it could be 6 months, a lot will happen between January and June, but the cup is saying 61 days.'

After my reading I was telling my story to one of the other gals who goes to this particular tea reader regularly.

She said well you know it could be 61 reversed which is 16. That freaked me out a little bit. What?! 16 days?! The reality of being single is suddenly becoming more appealing.

All I've been working on and waiting for has been the next great love of my life, if there is such a thing and now that it could potentially be staring me in the face I'm a little scared.

It's not that my romantic future hinges upon her every word, but she has been pretty accurate in the past.

My friend Perky also had a reading done a few years ago, and the woman predicted her whirlwind romance and marriage.

Now my mind is working overtime... I need to get in shape, what will he look like, will I know, have I already met him.

When I got home I immediately called Perky to tell her about the experience knowing she had success, and my BFF was with her.

We chatted briefly then they split and my BFF called me on her way home. She was so excited, she asked if I had looked at the calendar to count the days.

Surprisingly I had not, which is pretty out of character for me, but nonetheless I had not.

By the time the conversation was over she had quickly calculated the day(s), then asked if I wanted to know what they were.

Of course I wanted to know! She told me and now I'm kind of wishing she hadn't.

Because I am a neurotic, obsessive, over thinker who likes to control situations I will now have to make sure I'm dressed nicely on those days.

I will also evaluate every potentially eligible man I run into or drive past as my new suitor.

But there is nothing I can do about that now, what's done is done the best I can hope for is bad memory to keep me sane.