And What Do We Do With Witches?

Story Sent in by Stephen:

Maggie and I had maintained an online correspondence for a couple of weeks when I asked her out. She was a lapsed Christian with some pretty strong New Age beliefs. I didn't have a problem with that, as I try to be of open mind.

At our first dinner together, we had a good talk about ourselves and our various belief systems. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I came back, she seemed even more bubbly than she had previously been.

After about five minutes of talking, drinking my water, and walking some more, she became less animated and more visibly frustrated. She'd ask me, "How are you feeling?" every couple of minutes, as if it was expected that I would be feeling any different from a minute prior.

Finally, she said, "Maybe you should go to the bathroom again."

"Why?" I asked, "I feel fine."

"Just go," she said, "I might have a surprise for you."

Hesitant but curious, I went back to the bathroom and washed my hands for a minute or two, then returned. She had a big smile and I asked her, "Okay, where's the surprise?"

She replied, "Oh, you'll see. You'll love it."

After a few more minutes, she became more frustrated, as if the surprise, whatever it was, was supposed to somehow appear, but didn't.

"This is really pissing me off," she said, "Try going away one more time."

"No. What's the surprise?"

"I'm not telling."

"Then I'm not going anywhere."

"Fine!" she hollered, then took a vial of clear liquid out from her purse and poured its contents into my water glass.

I yanked my water away, allowing some of her concoction to spill upon the table. "What is that?" I asked her.

She said, "It's supposed to be love potion, but it's worthless!" She shoved it back into her purse.

"Have you been pouring that into my water all this time? What's in it?"

"All natural stuff, but it took me a month to brew and it's supposed to act instantly. It's worthless."

I replied, "You put some stuff in my water, hoping that I'd fall for you."

She said, "Well, it won't do any harm to you, and it's worthless."

"What was in it?"

"Worthless stuff."

I said, "If you don't tell me what was in it, I'm probably going to go."

"Nothing harmful!" she said, "Don't go!"

"Then tell me what was in it."

"It's secret."

"Okay. Bye." I up and left, as simple as that. She didn't try to follow me. Aside from some gas, I didn't feel any adverse effects, but I still have no idea what she put into my drink.