A Night With A Prince

Yesterday, I ran into Abdol at Starbucks in Fridley. We had a nice conversation and then he asked what I was doing for the night. I said nothing and so we went to my place to watch a movie and order pizza. He had made a call to his friend and had me say hello briefly. I felt a chain being set up. There were two Arabs sitting behind my table. They sat and talked until Abdol got up to use the restroom before we left. Once the date was set up, the got up to exit. I thanked them, telepathically, and I believe that everyone felt a sigh of relief. It has been difficult for just a normal date night to be set up. Besides friendship, this was my first romantic encounter with an Arab man. In many ways to me, he just seems so French. At a certain pint, I felt like we were in a scene from 1932, in France. His royalty showed itself very quickly to me. He was the best kisser I have ever encountered. His energy was so serene. I noticed that I just relaxed to infinity. I felt an amazing safety and RELIEF. In his telepathy, he realized that there really is a hierarchy of beings on the planet. Royals are just higher if they are able to live by the strict rules and allowances that they must keep. We kind of just left things open, and that is best for me. He can show up at Starbucks if he wants to see me. He can count on me being here. His extreme gifts also can guide him. When I was riding the bus to Starbucks today, I saw him walking at about 45th and Central, in Columbia Heights. I thought that that was a good sign. I also found out that he has like 5 driver's licenses in the world. His MN test is now passed. He loved my DOORS OF SCOTLAND poster and pandora.com that I played when we hung out in my room for some privacy. Abdol, it was just a very lovely night.