The Essentials

            Dating services can be a paranormal experiences. Bing! Bong!
      Oh... That must be Sierra. I'm going to splash on some more
      @Old Spice. Knock! Knock! Bing! Bong! Maybe, it isn't her..
      Heavy kicking at the door is followed by Sierra siren voice,
      "Open the damb door!"
            Hmmm. Should I keep the cell phone in my hand?
      "Just a minute." I open the door. Sierra marches in and stares
      at me: "Did you say something?" I'm stunned, "Just hi!"
      "Sorry, I'm very psychic. I have a 800 number. It keeps me sharp."
      she smiles and kisses the air.
              "Well, I hope I'm thinking the right thoughts." I wink.
      "Oh. You don't have to be psychic to figure that out. I don't
      want any monkey bussiness on a first date. No point to it if
      your a looser. Soooo, do you have a job?" "Well, yes I'm..."
      "Great!" Sierra spun about the room: her hands running over objects.
              "Would you like something to drink?" I offerred some @Pepsi.
      "You have been visted by many spirits." her eyes were shut as she faced
      my lazy boy chair. "I like to have an active fantasy life." I slowly sipped
      my @Pepsi. "Have you been to Japan?" she queeried. "Nope."
              She stood on the coffee table and stroked the cieling blades.
      "Have you been abducted by Aliens?" I swear her hair was standing up.
      "Sometimes... I dream about exteriestial encounters." I was guarded in
        my answer. Many woman find UFO stories creepy and nuts. I wanted
        to please Sierra.
                "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
        she was singing. She lay flat on her back and made a bicycle motion
        with her legs. "There is nothing in my way!" she seemed to be in a trance.
        "I'll put on some music." It was celtic. I thought the buckram would wake
        her. She started to shake, then slowly levitate about three feet off the
        floor. I tried to say it's all right, but I studdered.
                It stopped. She stood infront of me with a demented smile:
        "I think I like you Muzzy."  "Thanks. Cookie?" I held a bowl of chocolate
        cookies in both trembling hands. Sierra took a cookie and broke it in
        half. She placed one half in my mouth and ate the other. "I'm very glad
        to meet you." I shook her hand.



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