“It’s sweet you took your wedding ring off for me!”
These words came out my mouth as I examined his hand trying to be quirky and humorous on a date. I’ve never made that joke before so why did I now? Did I have a sixth sense, was I extremely intuitive or perhaps a little psychic? For now, let’s just call it a woman’s intuition which I might add is a powerful force we should embrace more often.
Studies find that women are more intuitive than men because they have more empathy and are better at expressing their emotions facially, by tone and body. Men are better at controlling felt and hidden emotions which as women, we unconsciously and involuntarily process and gain the capacity to discern the true nature of a situation.
For the past two nights, my already busy time I use working for a magazine and writing my blog, was spent on the phone, talking to someone I’d never met but felt I’d known for ages. The first night for 2 hours and the next for 3 hours, he made me laugh every second we spoke. The conversation flowed and I wondered how someone could be so witty, (more than myself) fun and available. I knew it was very unrealistic but alas, this guy sounded awesome and stopped me thinking about “is the truth more or less than the lie” guy, yes, that guy…again and still! In a way their personalities were similar, both as witty and smart as each other. I wondered whether this was a sign that he would also be capable of such deceitfulness too but unfortunately, the backstreet Psychology I practised wasn’t reliable enough to conclude, so I’ll stick to the Maths equation.
During our phone calls, we came to the subject of films when I asked if he’d seen Murial’s Wedding. Murial’s Wedding was my all time favourite film, an Australian classic I quote with friends and continue to quote today. To my amazement, he told me his Auntie was in the film, my ovaries have never grabbed onto a piece of information so tightly!! Murial even came to his 9th birthday party! Was I thrown off track by this possible tactic when in reality he would actually tarnish her wedding with the inevitable ugly rearing head of his.
So, a few days into talking, he came to my house for a one hour date before he flew back to Sydney (possible lie). An hour is the perfect amount of time for a first date, it’s short enough to not run out of conversations but enough time to determine whether you want to see them again. Another positive factor is that you will use the time more wisely asking strategic questions and being more aware of what you want in someone.
When he arrived, I immediately felt his energy was off and subconsciously I must have been reading his vibes and body language. He wasn’t as handsome as I anticipated, not that it’s a major issue, I prefer personality anyway so I was sure his charm would exceed.
We sat on the balcony and the conversation was just fine, not like the phone calls, he didn’t seem exciting. I would say we spoke but lets be honest, he lied to my face about his situation, his past relationships and who knows what else. I started to feel something was wrong, he was saying sweet things but lacked any emotion and I was unconvinced about things he told me about his lifestyle. I continued being my bubbly laughing self pretending I hadn’t noticed his shadiness.
I was glad he was only here on my balcony for an hour and if i’m honest, after around 20 minutes, my mind drifted as did his. I started thinking about “that guy” again and my intuition tells me he had wifey running through his. I guess that was one thing we had in common, the thing that brought us together whilst pushing us apart again, a condition I like to call, “Displaced Company Syndrome”. Have you ever been blown out by a guy or missed someone so in attempt to feel better, you replace their company with someone else’s but the level of company satisfaction is distinctively lower? Well people, this is DCS and it never works!!
He left in a hurry, a very sharp exit I might add but fortunately for me, I didn’t know him well enough to confidently classify this as suspicious behaviour but evidently, it did leave me feeling suspicious! I sensed his overwhelming guilt had started implode over his whole existence. As he left he told me to keep my blog up which I found really odd as he hadn’t mentioned it before. He had been snooping on me and when I asked why, he said he wanted to see who I was. A guilty dog barks first. He was hiding something and I got the feeling he didn’t want me to know who he was. Earlier that day my profile was viewed by someone called “John” and I had just realised it was him. This arrogant smart-arse cheat had stupidly left a cyber trail, how amateur of him!
I face-booked his whole name with his job title found on Linkedin and the results were as expected. Right there in my face, so far in my face it came back out again, Dear John was indeed married with a new born child! I was right when I implied he took his wedding ring off and I felt pretty satisfied my subconscious mind have thrown a few on-the-mark comments that got his heart racing resulting in his speedy exit.
In conclusion, I commend myself for being efficient in finding out the truth before I got sucked in any further and before he got too far deep into this particular affair. He called me after I accused him and I allowed him to explain. I don’t know what the sisterhood in this kind of situation is but i won’t be ruining his life by exposing him, he’ll probably do that all by himself.
Our Super Power, a Women’s Intuition.
Katie Babb 