This story begins with a clairvoyant in North Melbourne.
She told me a good friend had a surprise for me, and that I would meet my life partner at a social networking function. She said my life partner’s name starts with P, she’s a little older than me, has one child, is a divorcee, and that she’s a widower.
I took it all with a grain of salt, but a few months later, a friend who I had been running a business with surprised me, just like the clairvoyant predicted. She said she wanted to continue with the business on her own, and I didn’t hear from her again. This created a lot of stress for me over the next few months, so when one of my best friends asked if I wanted to join him on a holiday to Thailand, I couldn’t think of a reason not to go.
I originally booked the first week in Bangkok, the second in Hua Hin, and lastly, Phuket, but I changed it all around at the last minute so I could visit Phuket first – I can’t tell you why I did it, but it was one of the best decision I’ve made.
Upon arriving in Phuket, I found a nice-looking gym that offered yoga and was right on the beach – it was literally a minute’s walk from my hotel. The next morning, I went straight to the gym, signed up, and dived in to a yoga class.
The class was great – it was so hot that everyone was sweating by the end, but we took a group photo anyway, and the teacher said she’d put it on Facebook. I’d only been doing yoga for around six-months, but the teacher came over to me for a chat afterwards and said she thought I’d been doing it for much longer, and complimented me on my flexibility for a ‘big guy’. She was a very warm person with a lovely smile, and said she’d add me on Facebook so that I could find the photo, and that was that.
Relaxing in my hotel a few nights later, I decided to contact the yoga teacher on Facebook to see if she knew any good places to go that I hadn’t already explored, and we started chatting online. It was fun, and she mentioned she really liked a place called Timber Town in Old Phuket Town, so I asked if she would like to go there and get a red wine.
I wasn’t expecting anything other than a nice chat, but when she came in, the bar lit up with her beautiful smile. We ended up ordering a few drinks and talking, until something possessed me to get up and dance with her – I must admit, this was a first for me!
When I woke the next morning, I was in this unusual euphoric state. I couldn’t stop thinking about this yoga teacher – I had sworn off dating anybody for almost two-years prior to that, so this was new for me. I checked my phone, and I can’t remember if I had a message waiting or I sent her a message that morning, but we started talking and ended up going out again.
Dinner was out-of-this-world amazing. We had a few drinks and then decided to go for a long walk along the beach, where we learned about each other’s lives. At that stage, I was honestly trying to find reasons that it wasn’t going to work, but I found none – even the fact she lived in Thailand did not put me off. Once again, we stayed out until late.
Like the night before, I went to bed buzzing, and woke up the next morning nice and early to find a message from her asking if I wanted to join her at Wat Chalong. I hadn’t really seen a temple with anyone else before, so I leapt at the opportunity. She could have asked me to stare at a brick wall and I still would have jumped at it – as long as she was there.
We spent the day together and I began to feel absolutely smitten with her. I was trying to work out how I could make this work when, all of a sudden, everything that she’d been telling me over the last three outings hit me.
Her name was Pearl, she was seven-years older than me, she had a child from a marriage which ended after one-week, and a previous partner of hers had died in a car accident.
I had completely forgotten about the reading from the clairvoyant – this was the woman she predicted. I met her seven-months after the reading.
When I figured it out, I burst out laughing – what could I say?
The love story continued for the two-weeks I was in Phuket. When I had to leave, I asked her if she was interested in pursuing something, to which she gave a very vague answer – it didn’t put me off, but was surprising considering how well we got along.
I left for Bangkok and caught up with the friend who invited me to Thailand in the first place, and when I told him about my time in Phuket, his only response was that I should go back. I completely went off my holiday plans, and asked what she was doing the following Friday night.
“Keep it free,” I said. “I’m taking you out.”
I wanted to give her something she could keep, so I wrote her a poem and collaged it on a few images of us together at the Temple. She loved it, and we spent the next four-days together before I had to travel back to Australia.
I was sad to leave, and my last words to her were, “I’ll be back”.
When I got home, I literally worked seven-days a week for more than two-months to raise the money to get back there as soon as possible and spoil her.
One thing I noticed was that she wasn’t so good at keeping in touch when I wasn’t there, which made things hard, but I still wanted to get back.
During our time together, I’d heard Aerosmith’s I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing a few times, so I decided to learn it and sing it for her when I returned to Thailand.
A day or so after landing back in Phuket, I arrived at the venue, got up on stage, and dedicated the song to her. I was so nervous my throat went dry, but I still gave it everything, and I think I did a decent job. Watching her smile while I sung in a crowded hall made me love her even more. The whole night was mind-blowingly euphoric for the both of us, and we ended up spending a lot of time together over the next few weeks.
After I flew back to Australia, she became harder to keep in touch with, despite me booking tickets to go back again. When I hadn’t heard from her for a couple of weeks in the lead-up to my trip, I decided not to go – the time wasn’t right. After pulling the plug on the trip, I continued to hear nothing from her until Christmas, when she beat me to wishing her well. We had a brief chat, and I let her know why I didn’t come back. She understood, and I moved on.
Months passed and I started seeing a nice girl in Melbourne, but I soon realised I hadn’t moved on, and that my current relationship would never go anywhere because I was still madly in love with Pearl.
I ended things, and have been on my own ever since.
This is the chapter we’re in – I haven’t pushed anything with Pearl, but I still think about her, write songs about her, and I’m still looking for my happy ending. Wish me luck!
Mick aims to make the world a friendlier place, and runs his own business empowering others to fulfill their ambitions at www.mickowar.com.