We first met The Mind Reader on the ‘Rain Rain Go AWAY’ blog entry. Brief re-cap; he chats girls up by trying to guess their name. He fails, buys them a drink, gets their number and then moves on to the text. On that particular night his next ‘target’ was The PIC. Partner in Crime she may be but that’s just plain odd.
So, when The Mind Reader subsequently asked me out I told him if he was indeed a mind reader he would know that I was busy for the foreseeable future.
Friday night I heard from him again. He sent something a little bit funny referencing how we met and told me about a party in a bar that coming Sunday that he would be DJ’ing at. Bank Holiday Sunday no less.
I didn’t reply but mentioned the idea to the rest of The Gang and they agreed it was worth a visit.
I spotted The Mind Reader quite early on but decided I really couldn’t be bothered with a conversation when there was plenty of dancing and drinking to be done. Later on he was dancing next to me so I thought it was only a matter of time before he noticed me. He made eye contact, and not a glimmer of recognition passed his face. I found this funny, so as he returned to the DJ booth I text him.
“Thanks for the heads up on the party, having a great time dancing in the courtyard”
From my vantage point I can see him looking around, and again makes eye contact with a blank expression. He then texts to ask me to come to the DJ booth. I ignore the message. After all, I was only 8 foot away.
He sends several messages over the next hour asking where I am, am I still there, to meet him at the bar etc etc.
As we leave I text to tell him I’ve gone.
More texts telling me to wait outside, not to go etc.
I ignore them.
In the cab home he calls me to ask why I didn’t go and find him. So I pointed out that for several chunks of the night he’s been stood near me, even looked right at me and the evidence suggests that he has no idea what I look like. And seeing as he used the same line on several girls in one night when I met him, he’s bound to have clocked up a few more numbers in his phone book since then so it’s understandable. When I received the text about the party I was well aware he’s probably text everyone he’d ever met, but I still would have expected a certain amount of recognition surely?
The next day he continues to text. His average is about 4 texts to one of my replies. Several times he asks if I’m on Facebook. I eventually give in and let him know my surname. Some time later I get a text:
“Haha I know why I didn’t recognise u! U had blonde hair when I first meet u. I saw you on Sunday, I thought u was to hot to come and chat too, true story”
(I have copied this text exactly as written, for so many reasons).
“I haven’t been blonde for 8 years. So no, it’s not that”
And the conversation continues:
Him: “Hah it’s ok we don’t need to racial’ise the hair colour! I won’t lie it looks good. So what u at today? Other than playing hard to get”
Him Again: “So how does nice boys like me get to meet nice girls like u again?”
Me: It starts with remembering what people look like! You have sealed your own fate there”
Him: “Haha it does sound bad when u put it like that but I’m so busy when dj’ing… Making sure u have a good time AND u did have a good bank holiday cos of me? Surely that’s worth a second chance?”
Me: “you thought I was BLONDE”
After he sends another 3 messages that all go unreplied to I get:
“Ok ok I can tell ur cross! So it’s not weird you can wear a blonde wig! Jokes! Seriously! I’m probs out this weekend are u? U can be cross at me in person”
Unsurprisingly I will not be meeting him this weekend. Me and my dark brown hair will be at Twickenham. But at least I know this one won’t turn stalker, he’ll probably mistake me for one of my male friends next time we’re out. Means I’m safe though!