Most of the time a date does not stick in my head. The girls at http://www.westmidlandescorts.com often say that they meet a man who sticks in their heads. I have sort of always laughed it off, but now it has happened to me. A couple of days ago, this little bit older gent set up a GFE experience with me, and in the middle of the date, I realised that I did actually feel something for him. It was a really weird feeling, and almost a little bit like I had been hit over the head.
We were in this nice restaurant in London, and if I am honest, we were getting on really well. Sometimes when you have a first date with someone it can be hard to get on with them and you feel that you need to get to know them. However, on this occasion, I felt like I had known this man my entire life, and was really comfortable in his company. Had I met him at another escort agency apart from West Midland escorts.
I had to ask him if we had met before. No, he said that he only ever used West Midland escorts when he felt that he needed some company, and he as sure that we had never met before. But then again, he said that he had felt drawn to me when he said my photo on the website, so he had called up and asked for me. When I feel I know someone, I often look at someone’s hands. I did the same thing this time, but I did not recognize his hands, but there was something about him.
That night I had a very strange dream. Normally I don’t dream that much, but this night I could not shake my dream. When I woke up on Saturday morning, I felt a bit shaky and wrote down my dream which was still very vivid. In the dream I had been living around the Stonehenge area in Wiltshire and it was in the time of the druids. It was so strange, I remember walking up to this druid, who stood with his head tilted down, and when he looked up, he was the same man I had melt at West Midland escorts.
A couple of days later, my date from West Midland escorts called me up again and asked for another date. I had decided to not tell him about my dream, but almost as soon as we sat down, I felt that something was going on. He told me that he had been down to Stonehenge as h often felt drawn their, and believed that he had lived there in a previous life. My mouth just fell open, and I just blurted my dream out. He just smiled and said perhaps this is why we have such as sense of belonging. That weekend he drove me down to Stonehenge. It was my first visit but it did not take me long to figure out that I knew the area very well. We had clearly met in an other time, and we both realised that without speaking another word. Now, I can’t get him out of my head.