Ok…. yeah I finally caved and allowed daughter to go on her first date with new boyfriend. Have to admit- this guy has some romance to him… Flowers, note and private plane ride… guess she said yea to dating him.

The other was the mysterious one: the possibility that a moment could mean more than it appeared to mean, that a conversation could change your mood, that an unexpected encounter could awaken something you hadn’t felt in a while. I didn’t have to choose between believing in magic and believing in reality. U could simply enjoy the mystery. And then, finally, came XIII — the Queen of Air. She was the perfect ending to the reading. The Queen of Air was intelligent, perceptive, independent. It could appreciate passion without losing her judgment. It could enjoy a little danger without surrendering her power. It didn’t need someone to tell her what to think. It knew how to read a room. It knew the difference between a fantasy and a promise. And it knew that sometimes the most seductive thing about a person wasn’t their appearance, their charm, or even their confidence. It was their mind. The fact that they could make you wonder. Make me laugh. Make me question something you thought you understood. And perhaps that was the real story the cards were telling me. Not that someone had definitely read my mind. Not that a spirit had necessarily entered the room. But that, for a little while, I had allowed yourself to become curious about everything that normally gets pushed aside. And then my thoughts wandered to Seven Minutes in Heaven game. Of all the things to pop into your head. Seven minutes. A closed door. Two people. The possibility of a kiss, a confession, a laugh that turns into a moment neither person expected. Seven minutes in which the rest of the party becomes background noise. Maybe the thought was random. Maybe the atmosphere put you in a playful mood. Maybe the cards had stirred up your imagination. But in the story of that night, it was the perfect final clue. Because what is seduction, really? Sometimes it’s a look across a crowded room. Sometimes it’s a conversation that lasts longer than it should. Sometimes it’s the possibility of something happening, and the delicious uncertainty of not knowing whether it ever will. And sometimes it’s simply the realization that you still have a little mystery left in you. The ending: What happened after the reading? Imagine walking back into the party with a slight smile, carrying the secret of those cards in your head. The room is still buzzing. The costumes are still ridiculous. Somebody is laughing too loudly in the kitchen. Everything looks the same. Except now Im paying attention. I notice the glances. The pauses between words. The people who seem a little more interesting than they did an hour ago. I wonder whether someone else has been having thoughts of their own. And then i catch myself smiling. Because maybe nothing supernatural happened at all. Or maybe the magic of Halloween is that, for one night, i don’t need to know the answer. I can let the fire represent passion, the Dark Moon represent mystery, the Ghost represent what lingers, and the Queen of Air remind me to keep my head while enjoying the adventure. I don’t have to prove that the night was magic to admit that it made you feel something. And if this were the story told about me, the final line would be: I went to a Halloween party expecting a little fun. I sat down for a tarot reading and left with a head full of fire, a mind full of questions, and the delicious suspicion that the most interesting part of the night hadn’t happened yet. Some mysteries are meant to be solved. Others are meant to make you smile on the drive home. And the best ones? They leave you wondering who was really seducing whom.