The Stranger Who Knew What I Was Thinking
I matched a girl who claimed she could read minds, and I laughed it off, because obviously. Then she told me the exact thing I was thinking about, something I had not typed and could not be guessed, and I went completely cold.
It was oddly specific. I had been thinking about a stupid thing my friend said earlier that day, and she just… said it back to me, word for word, out of nowhere. I stared at her, and she grinned this slow, self-satisfied grin and said “told you.”
Obviously she’d gotten lucky, or there was some trick, but honestly I didn’t care. The whole thing set a completely electric mood, and she leaned into it, playing the mysterious mind-reader the entire session, telling me things about myself that I was pretty sure she shouldn’t know.
It was one of those things you learn about horny stranger girls the hard way, the kind that stays with you. She used the whole mind-reading bit to flirt, to tease, to get under my skin, and it worked completely.
By the end I was convinced she was either psychic or terrifyingly good, and she just winked and said “maybe I’ll find you again.” I’m still not sure whether to hope she does.
That session is the reason I keep an open mind about why some girls completely take over on these chats, because when one decides to, you just go along for the ride.