Previously…

I just want a girl who likes me for who I am. Local, and would be just as happy watching shit TV as me as she is going out places with me. That’s all I want, but she’s elusive

…and now the continuation.

I found her.

I met Ruth at a friends night out. Its been a long, often strange story, but it finally happened.

The first night I met her, she was drunk, and I was a doctor. We didn’t speak much, in fact, we didn’t get talking until a few days after, once all the photos of the night were published on Facebook.

That wasn’t the first time I saw her though. I was scanning through a different friends pictures, and one of Ruth came up and she was beautiful. I asked who she was, and my friend wasn’t exactly forthcoming…

“That’s Ruth”

 

Anyway, a few days after the party, Ruth messaged me asking how I was and if I had a good time. Which I had, if you refer to the entry titled “(S3 Ep9) Honestly, It Wasnt Meant to be Sad...” you’ll see the after effects of the night.

We got talking lots, and then Ruth offered me a job. To DJ for her friends at a Christmas party. I decided Id take the assignment and do a bloody good job.

I thought, “If she’s my boss, I cant let anything develop” but the more I thought about the gig, the more I found myself thinking about her, and then the only thing I could think of was her.

I was in trouble. I could see all the warning signs. I actually liked her, and as strange as it felt, it scared me a bit.

As the weeks went on, and the more we spoke, the more I thought about her, but the more I got the feeling that Ruth just wasn’t interested in me.

I knew I had to do something drastic, and in the end, all it took was another party for me to come to the conclusion that Ruth really wasn’t interested.

In walk about, when I was dressed up in a costume that included around 50 glowsticks, I saw something I didn’t want to see.

Ruth was drunk and she was kissing a guy. I had so many things running through my head; jealousy, rage, regret, sorrow, pain, and then loneliness again.

In my eyes, the girl that I was strangely attracted to who I had only known for three weeks and who had hired me to make sure the party she was organising went without a musical hitch really didn’t like me the way I wanted her to, but that gave me the cue to move on, and get on with my lonely life.

At that point I decided to be friendly, amicable, but try to move on.

It didn’t happen that way.

 

You see, there was another twist of fate to occur.

In a conversation I was having with Ruth, a random question came up, but it wasn’t from me, it was from her

“Do you think I’ve lead you on?”

My answer was simple. I don’t think you lead me on, but I’ve ended up liking you anyway.

The secret, my secret was out. I basically opened up to Ruth, told her that I liked her, but if she preferred, she could forget I had said anything, but all I needed to hear was that I wasn’t what she was looking for, and she wasn’t interested, then I could move on.

The reply that Ruth gave me left me in shock, She said that she could tell me that, but wouldnt be sure it was true.
After that bombshell, we talked, and arranged for me to take her out.

The date was set. Tuesday 28^th October. I was taking her to a nice little Italian in Buxton, but something happened to my “perfect first date plans”, we ended up going on it a few days earlier and went to see “Ghost Town” at the cinema.

Then we sat talking to very early in the morning!

The Tuesday of the date, we went to the hall where the Christmas party would be, and I was hit by how comfortable and positive the place felt. It was only upon leaving I understood why. It was doubling up as a Spiritualist Church.

The actual date to Buxton was lovely, if not a little cold.

Having lived there for three years, I should have been more aware of the cold conditions, but completely forgot. It was freezing! 

There’s plenty more to the story of how the two of us got together, but I want to keep it just for me and her.

Needless to say, Everythings going brilliant, and that’s leading me on to the next bit.

Remember the picture of me, that David Traynor, the medium drew? Me as “the Dark Man”?

I went to the Church again, as I’m about to go on a vigil at Hack Green Bunker, and needed something, maybe some advice.

What I got was so much better. I met another, really developed, medium, who drew another picture of me. The lady she had introduced to Spiritualism also drew my aura.

Avril the medium, and her friend Greta.

Avril knows Barbara, the medium who introduced me to this world, and she taught me a few things that’ll definitely come in useful in the future.

 

(L- Avril's. R-Greta's.)

As you can see, the pictures have some similarities.

Something else that came up, that has come up a few times in the past. It seems the spirits are getting me ready for something important...

They just haven’t told me what it is yet.