A few years ago my brother had a dream about a situation I would deal with in the future. Mr. Nostradamus, as I should refer to him as (not as funny as the "Negrodamus" character played hilariously by Paul Mooney on "The Chappelle Show"), decided to rattle off some of his residual dream chatter off the top of his head one day to me, in front of a common friend of ours. He told me I'd have some blond or a waitress or some combination thereof wanting to tempt me by "givin' me some," as he said, at some point in the future, and that I should watch out for her---but wait, this gets even more surreal!
I actualy ran into a chick that fit this description who was checking me out in a sports bar while I was watching a Giants-Redskins game on TV. I was not concentrating on this drunk floozy at all at this point. Now mind you, I don't make it a habit to hang out in these places. The only reason I was there was to watch the football game because we still didn't get the satellite dish installed out here in Suffolk County, where I live, after we moved out there. One thing leads to another and this drunk Italian chick---who happened to be a waitress/bartender, as she told me---was starting to throw some serious game at me. Now I started thinking about what my brother told me and this chick was practically all over me without my even trying! Now things didn't get that far for the pervs out there---I wouldn't let it. This was right after I met my long time ex-finacee, some years ago, so I wanted to stay loyal to her. (Yes ladies, some guys actually ARE loyal, believe it or not.)
Now, I thought about this for a while now, but the coincidence factor seemed too surreal for me to dismiss so easily. The odd thing about this was that I'm not a "man whore", neither am I promiscuous: I was with only one girl, and that was for 6 plus years (minus some break ups). Fortunately, things didn't go too far and I left that place with a clear conscience. I will say this though: I was actually thinking about what my brother said and the weird smirk on his face while he relayed this dream of his to me---as if the bastard knew it was going to happen or something. I'm glad nothing happened in hindsight because I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of having cheated (don't laugh dudes). On the bright side, if anyone needs their palm read or has any tea leaves or left-over coffee grinds ready to be examined, I can get you a discount! Miss Cleo ain't got nothin' on my brother!