The last time I saw my latest love interest, I brought over my eight tarot decks to his house. I knew he was into that kind of thing like I was: we both enjoyed seeking guidance from our angels. I pulled a couple of cards in front of him. The deck I chose was the Radiant Rider-Waite Tarot Deck, published by U.S. Games Systems, Inc.
The first card I pulled, when I was asking about my health, was The Ten of Wands.
“You’re holding on to something,” he said. I giggled since I was, in fact, holding on to what he gave me a laxative for the previous day. He had even joked about how the exchanging of laxatives wasn’t very “casual.”
I could never forget the contents of the second card in which I asked about him: The Devil, reversed.
“Sometimes they look really bad but aren’t,” he said, having seen my shocked face.
I looked into the booklet and here’s what it said: Ravage, violence, force, vehemence, extraordinary efforts, fatality, that which is predestined but not for this reason evil. Reversed: Evil fatality, weakness, pettiness, blindness.
He was as surprised as I was in a few days, when he told me he no longer even wanted something casual with me.