Poor Jean?

Welcome to my first entry.  

I went out with my cousin the other night and I told her and her friends this story and again it’s jumped into my head.  I’m a palm reader, and I’ve known this girl..Jean..for years.  I’ve seen her 6 times and every single time it’s been in her bar.  She got so drunk she couldn’t keep her eyes open when she talked to you.  She asked me to read her palm and I said she had relationship problems with men and that she wouldn’t be successful in any relationship until she stopped picking who she thought her equal was.  She said so true, the last one beat me and took my stuff, you shore are a smart one. 

I explained to her that she didn’t think she was worth very much and should take a break until she found out something new about herself that made her worthy and open to a nice different man.  When she could hold her head up and keep her eyes open and felt inside that she gets to be her, then go man hunting for a class act.

So, a couple of months later I see her again and she closes her eyes and tells me she met her a good man and how she was going to head south with this gem and live happily ever after.  I say good fur you hun.  Sure enough, about 5 months later I see her again.  She says oh boy you’ll never guess what happened, read my palm.  I say I’ll give it my best…hmm…this guy took you down south, beat you and took off with all your shit. 

She said ohh lord you are psychic!  Oh what do I do now?  Tell me please.  I said okay Jean, here it is.  Start humping women and you leave them boys alone.