I joined a dating site a few years ago and not long after I get a lady from Glasgow making me a favorite. Now she is very nice. About my age. slim and fit, nice looker, Lithuanian. We chat a bit (not much but a bit) and I have to tell her as I live in Liverpool (about 230 miles away) " thanks but no thanks. Glasgow is a bit far to walk you home hun, So sorry ". But she won't leave my thoughts. All the time I`m thinking " what if.. What if SHE IS THE ONE. Are you prepared to end up in some home with porridge dribbling down your chin and you let this slip away ". It keeps nagging at me, won't leave me alone, invades my thoughts all the time.

Meanwhile I need to buy a tent. I only had a small fessie one and needed a VWE thing for people to sit in at night/rain. Its November, so now is the winter of our discount tents. (sorry) Im on ebay and theres a 6 man tent, brand new, I bid £25. Then to my dismay see that it is " collection only " from Edinburgh Ahhh oh never mind theres 2 weeks left to run Im bound to be outbid. You guessed it.." only bid "

Well that settled it "this is fate" says I. Fill the old Volvo 440 with petrol and point it north.

We arrange to meet outside a catholic church. Took some finding after a 230 mile drive so Im a bit late and shes there, dressed all in black looking like a middle aged Morticia Addams. 10 yrs older than her profile. Takes one look at my old banger of a motor (got a better one now) and I can see she is NOT impressed. Anyway we go for a drink in town talk a bit and I ask about the church? " I am not a catholic. I am a vitch. (I did say she was Lithuanian) I only go there to steal their pow-ver. "
" Oh thats interesting " I say and about that time I realized that she had a prosthetic finger, made of silver (great looking nail on it though. Well if youve got a false finger you might as well have a great looking long nail). We do not hit it off. She makes her excuses and I walk her to her bus stop. I end up in a B n B having a great night out in Glasgow. Do a round trip to pick up said tent and chalk it up to experience.

The thing is (and it don't come easy to me this, as Im a " What you see is what you get " type of guy where religion etc. is concerned) What if she put a spell on me? It kinda makes sense. The thoughts, my error on ebay, it not being outbid etc. They could all be a " bring him to me spell ". Which so I`m told is one of the common ones.

Anyway I still have the tent, lived to tell the tale and yes I have traveled for meets since that have been fantastic. The only regret is I never got to hear about her finger.