Strangers & Harry Potter [and a Funny Tidbit About a Penis]

30 Aug

About a month ago, maybe a bit longer, I started re-reading the Harry Potter series. I checked the first book out from the public library, but when I went to get the second book, they were all checked out. Little did I know that when I checked out the second book from my university library, that I would find a note with a phone number (pictured above).

Fascinated and quite intrigued, the first thing I did was post it to Facebook asking if I should call it.

The response was overwhelmingly “YES!”

So I decided, sure. I was skeptical, considering this stranger’s name was Seamus, who just so happens to also be a character in the book. It could have very well been some Harry Potter fan’s idea of a little prank or joke.

Once I finished the 2nd book, I decided to text the number. If it was a joke, or if it was an old number, texting would be best either way. Very simply, I texted:

“Hi…this is Michelle and I am looking for a fellow named Seamus”

Indeed, a fellow named Seamus put a note in a book for folks to call him. And it just so happened that he was spending the summer doing organic farming in the south of France, so we moved the conversation over to email, so that it wouldn’t cost so much to chat.

A month and 5 days after I first sent that text message, we met at a local cider bar named Scrumpy’s.

Believe it or not, I wasn’t even slightly nervous. The great thing about meeting strangers is that there is absolutely no expectations to live up to. You go there, you be yourself, and either they like you or they don’t.

I get to the bar (slightly late…one of my fatal flaws) and he is already there, so I awkwardly ask if he is the person I’m looking for.

Luckily, the first person I asked was him (I had done a tad of background research). He was average height, with strawberry blonde hair accessorized with a strawberry blonde beard and brilliant blue eyes. He was wearing rather short shorts with a t-shirt that had a sewn on pocket in a cartoon dinosaur print.

It turns out he has already eaten, so he doesn’t get food, but they have the best cucumber dill dip so I had to get some. He gets the Hopricot and I get a flight, and we turn our conversation from Harry Potter to the south of France to our respective life goals and what we like to do.

I don’t consider it a date, but it very much went like I would expect a first date to go (with someone who I haven’t previously been friends with). Once we got our drinks and my dip, we tried to play Scrabble, but it was seriously lacking in letter tiles. Instead, we decided to play cards.

I asked him “weird or weirder?” He replied “weirder.”

You see…I always carry at least one pack of cards with me, and on this particular occasion I had two. One deck was a standard set of cards and the other, the weirder set, was a deck of Friskies cards with cat breeds on them.

So we played Rummy with the cat cards. He seemed amused.

After playing cards and chatting for a while longer, it turns out that he had plans at 9 o’clock (we got together at 7). I thought this was kind of odd, but who am I to judge. We got up and hugged (as I find customary), and I bid him off. Neither of us seemed to fully want to commit to hanging out another time, but we made the standard ‘oh yeah lets get together sometime’.

And now, the tidbit about the penis.

Immediately once he left, I texted a coworker friend (Brianne*) with a simple “that was interesting” because…well…it was. How can meeting a stranger not be interesting? Her phone was out of commission, though, so I didn’t get a response and went on my way to run a couple of errands.

As I’m getting gas for my car, I get a phone call from another coworker (Cale*) out of the blue. Curious and slightly confused, I answer. It turns out Brianne was hanging out with Cale, and she got my text message, and told him to respond. Our conversation went like this:

Brianne: What does that mean?
Me: What does what mean?
Brianne: Just the tip!
Me: What? Like…just the tip of the penis?
Brianne: What? Did he just whip it out?
Me: What? No?
Brianne: But you said it was interesting and then when Cale texted you what was interesting you said ‘just the tip’.

It turns out that Cale had texted the wrong Michelle, and she had responded back with “Just the tip”.

In all honesty, if you’ve read my stuff for awhile, or known me any length of time, you know that weirder things have happened.

But Seamus did not show me his wiener. He was a perfect gentlemen. He likes to get out of his comfort zone, be outdoors, speaks French fluently, and might want to be a teacher, or go into the peace core, or who knows. I haven’t heard from him, and I haven’t texted him. I don’t know if I will or not but he was quite nice and I thought we got along well enough.

His reason for putting the note in the book: People often recommend books to each other, and this is a way for books to recommend people.

Ever done anything like this? Ever went on a blind date? How did it go? Would you have called or texted the mysterious number? Are you sad that this isn’t yet another penis story? Should I text Seamus back? 

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8 Responses to “Strangers & Harry Potter [and a Funny Tidbit About a Penis]”

  1. gfizz September 1, 2014 at 7:22 am #

    Reblogged this on My Blog and commented:
    Obv super jealous that I never met anyone via a book.

    • mishie1 September 1, 2014 at 12:40 pm #

      Thanks for the reblog. I’m very much tempted to do the same as Seamus did.

  2. quirkyintrovert September 2, 2014 at 2:17 pm #

    Wow, that’s fascinating. He sounds like an interesting person, and it’s great that you had a good time with him. Did he tell you how many people he has met this way?

    I would have been too afraid to reply to that note, and would have missed out on an opportunity to meet someone.

    • mishie1 September 2, 2014 at 7:32 pm #

      I’m the first person who has responded, actually. I was on the fence when I first got the note, but I just HAD to respond…it was really exciting at first, and actually ended anti-climatically but that’s alright.

  3. Ashley November 10, 2014 at 8:27 pm #

    Wow, that does sound interesting. I’ve been on a couple blind dates, but nothing ever came of them.

    • mishie1 November 10, 2014 at 9:04 pm #

      I guess you might consider this a blind date? I don’t really have a good category for it…but otherwise I’ve never been on a blind date! I actually think I might prefer it that way, because they there aren’t really any expectations.

  4. shpanka January 31, 2015 at 1:40 am #

    This story has win all over it. I mean, you met someone via book. Harry Potter no less! Then again, I expect nothing less from you.

    I’ve never been on a blind date, but I’m using that term in a different sense then you are. Not sure if I’m adventurous enough to call/text a mysterious number because I’m always getting hit up from numbers I don’t know haha. But you’re right. It’s always easier to walk into a situation where you’re meeting the person for the first time. People most often act like themselves…

    • mishie1 February 1, 2015 at 7:07 pm #

      “Then again, I expect nothing less from you”

      I’m so glad you feel that way!

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