Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I am purpose driven and I will tell you right up front, with a heavy sigh, I failed my mission.
Last Saturday I sat out to find my co-habitation ghost a mate. I did my homework, compiled my questionnaire for prospective soul mates and set out for estate sales. But, “how do I find these mates to question?”
Not to be deterred by this small dilemma I sat out anyway. First sale and I sat for a moment to gather my nerve before I entered. To my surprise it was not crowded. My confidence began to come back as I browsed all the prospective ghost harboring items.
”Welcome, are you looking for a particular item?” a soft, southern voice spoke from behind. Turning and without thinking I blurted out, “Why yes, I’m looking for a haunted article, my ghost needs a friend.” She responded with an “OMG, we have a real one here” look and proceeded to send, all the other, weirdo's at the sale in my direction. Let’s move on to the next sale.
Taking note of the fact I’m on a mission from the dark side I decided to try the stealth approach. I arrived at the next house and again was asked if I needed help, I held my tongue. Instead I replied with, “Wow, what an old house, this place could be haunted?!”
I was expecting a chuckle but instead I got, “Oh no, mother was religious. She always carried her bible.” “Dad on the other hand would never go in the basement because of noises.” Did he just wink at me? I tried my best to hide my disappointment, I know when I am the morning joke, wandered a bit and then left.
Back home I decided to keep this failure to myself. I have yet to break the news to my friend. Because not only could I not find them a soul mate, I fear someone got my license plate number and my ghost may soon be living alone.
I have to re-think this ghost-match website idea.