The conversation started okay — we were making fun of horoscopes, tarot cards, psychics, etc. Then I made a mistake— I told him that just because those were fake didn't mean magic couldn't exist.
He's an open-minded dude, so I took his silence as encouragement. I told him how researching and testing proposed supernatural beliefs is a big hobby of mine. Like how in college, I took some funding as VP of the Poker Club to pay test subjects to recreate the CIA remote viewing experiments (a la Project Stargate), using modern methods for preventing information loss. Sadly, the results weren't significant. As a result, I don't believe in remote viewing.
He seemed to take it well? Everything was fine until yesterday. We were planning for our summer trip to Spain, and I asked him if we could go mining for specific materials. I needed them for my recent foray into alchemy (specifically Philalethes).
He BLEW up. He basically ranted for twenty minutes about how childish and “loony” I was. Honestly… it was humiliating. And I really liked him, too.
This can NOT happen to me again. Do I just lie to all my future boyfriends?? Keep this a secret??
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I had a gf like that. Super in to astrology, science was all just western reductionist lies, alchemy was totes real, her 50 something guru was totally not just trying to smash and his copy of the Necronomicon was not just a coffee table anthology of H.R. Giger art it was the same book from the Evil Dead movies. She was so hot, but so dumb.
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