Sympathy for the Devil

12 years ago today, I went to England with a friend that I had only been hanging out with for about 2 months. He was a friend by "association" with other friends I had.

He came to see me at work one day and told me he was going to England, I told him I wanted to go to, and he said, sure, there is this guy over there we can stay with.

Now, I am usually very nontrusting of people, and this would have been one of those times that I normally say no to, or not speak up, as I have that gut feeling that something isn't quite right. However, I didn't have that feeling 12 years ago, if anything, I had the gut feeling of this is the right thing to do. So here I am going to a foreign country with someone I have really only known for 2 months, to stay with "some" guy I don't even know....I have no idea where we are staying, who this guy is we are staying with as my friend is always rather vague on details...so I leave...with no phone numbers to track me down with, no address to follow up on my whereabouts ....this is so unlike me..I am usually overly telling people where I am who I am with, what time I will be there till,, and every number you could ever imagine getting ahold of me with...a little paranoid I am (thanks to my over protective mother)....but not this time.

So why did I just up and leave on a wim? Well, when I have that feeling of I need to do this right now, I always act on it, and that is what I knew I had to do was go to England. Don't know why, I just had to go...right this minute now....so 12 years ago on this very day, my gut instinct played into fates hands, as at the airport to pick us up, was this "guy" we could stay with.

Please to meet you, hope you guess my name...........

yes, 12 years ago, I met Satan, and life hasn't been the same since!