Getcha, getcha cards read!

$5 dolla' make ya holla'.

I dished out the coin. I admit it. But hey, I had a question that needed answering.

I mean, it's bad enough I've seeked out relationship advice from basically anyone who would listen... now I'm hitting up strangers for advice!

Oh yeah.

Good call. I know.

So first off, I do kind of believe "in the cards". I was into that kind of stuff back in the day and do believe in its power.

What power? Essentially, the power to tell you exactly what you want to hear.

So the chick who read my cards... was maybe, 10? Alright, fine... 17. If that. And she was dressed like a fairy. No, not a gay guy. But like Tinkerbell. With wings and make up. It was a little weird.

She did okay, I guess. She had difficulty keeping direct eye contact... which kind of bugs me. But maybe that's just her M.O. Either way, she told me exactly what I wanted to hear (cue sarcasm) ... "you already know the answer to your question". Well, fuck! Of course, I do. But I asked you beyotch. Sheeesh! It's like the one time I went to see the counselor back in college. I went looking for answers that she really didn't want to give me. But after a bit of hoo-ing and ha-ing, I got her to give me some damn advice.

Regardless, it was an interesting experience.