Captivated by Mr. Charm
Near the end of my trip overseas, Mr. Charm had maneuvered his way into my personal zone. At the time, his presence in my life seemingly caught me off guard, but when I look back over the events during that trip, he had already spent time watching me and studying how he could win me over and implant himself into my life.
When the trip was over, and I had returned back home, I had gained a newfound friend (so I thought) and a record number of female enemies. Mr. Charm and I were embarking on a journey of some sort that consisted of an undefined “relationship”, and this presumably meant a whole lot more to a whole lot of other people.
For me, it was all new unchartered territory. I had not spent an enormous amount of time around a man since the narcissist I almost married nearly 10 years prior. That situation left me befuddled and broken, and it was not until the trip overseas that I realized that healing had finally occurred for me when I experienced my first crush in years on the tour guide.
As far as Mr. Charm goes, I figured I was captivated by him solely because I was intrigued by his interest in me. For the most part, he is the type of person that I would not even give a first glance despite his handsome looks. His personality in general was not necessarily a vibe for me. I am usually turned off by obnoxious and flashy behavior from people in general because that type of behavior wears upon my energy.
In fact, I am easily drained by the superficial and overly chatty types. So, I was fascinated by the fact that I had let my guard down enough to even consider relating to a man of this type. Mr. Charm was was considered the package deal by so many women and because of this I was fascinated that he was interested in me. My curiosity about people does not always work in my favor.
Preparations For A Date
About a month after the trip, I had not talked to Mr. Charm anymore. He did not give me the impression that there was anything more to consider about a friendship or anything else, and I was at a place in my life where I was not wanting to decipher what I might mean to someone. So I left him alone.
A few days before my birthday (about a month after the trip), I received a call from Mr. Charm. He caught me totally off guard and totally by surprise. It was apparent that he had done his research and had found out that I was celebrating my birthday in a few days. He wanted to treat me to dinner.
I was both stunned and flattered, but then something in his voice sounded strange to me. It is impossible for me to describe what I heard in his voice except I sensed that there was an energetic smirk on his face that came through the sound of his voice over the phone. He sounded excited, but there was a hint of something devilish with his voice. It was weird.
For whatever reason, I instantly thought that Mr. Charm must have pitied me. It was the strangest feeling that came over me suddenly to the point that I asked him where he got his information regarding my birthday. He simply said that a little birdie told him and that he wished not to reveal his sources. Although I knew some of the people from the tour group, none of them knew my personal information (at least to my knowledge).
I was so puzzled by the information that he knew about me that I called my dad immediately afer the phone conversation with Mr. Charm. Up to that point in my life at nearly age 38, I had never ever called my dad for any type of advice, but the overseas trip had somewhat bonded us closer together in a seemingly good way.
When I talked to my dad, I tried to contain my fury, but my dad could hear that I was upset. My dad told me that he and Mr. Charm had kept in touch after the trip. He said that Mr. Charm had inquired a lot about me. My dad remarked that Mr. Charm was obviously interested in me and wanted to impress me. My dad assured me that he had nothing at all to do with Mr. Charm asking me out. My dad said, “that man clearly likes you a lot!”
Although I heard what my dad said and it all sounded feasible, I was angry because all I could see was Mr. Charm’s smirk through the phone. Yet, at the same time, I also tried to figure out why I felt so triggered by it all. Something was off; I just did not know what. All I could think was that maybe it had to do with the fact that Mr. Charm had researched me and was regurgitating facts back to me about me. In some way, I felt controlled by someone who had the upper hand over me. It was strange thought that I could not shake.
According to my dad, Mr. Charm lead into the conversation with him asking a variety of questions about me. Of course, my dad answered them to the best of his ability with what he knew which was not a whole lot. So he figured that is why Mr. Charm decided to call me. Mr. Charm had specifically asked my dad for my number, and my dad gave him my number. I was annoyed, but I guessed that I should have been flattered because here was a man who was pursuing me. Why had I not taken it that way though?
I was sure to find out. Stay tuned for what happened next.
My Voice Unchained 