You might know these movie theatres with a 4DX experience: sitting in a synchronized motion seat, you have a cinematic experience which also includes water, wind, scent, et cetera. I have to say they are highly recommendable, especially when it concerns an action movie, or when you would like to see and feel what a cameraman must experience; moving up, down and around. But when you are an empath (and single), you sometimes don’t need to go to such a theatre, to experience 4D effects: you just have some Tinder chats or dates, and your body might experience synchronized events anyway.

Tinder

I didn’t meet her in-person, this Tinder-contact, but we had chats over the app for two months – divived over two periods. She was fun, a bit spiritual minded, and crazy about Salsa dancing. I had asked her before to meet, but by the time the two weeks or so had almost passed, she told me that she had met someone at the Salsa club, and she considered it not right to meet me now. Well, no problem at all – I mean, I hadn’t even met her anyway.

Three months later I was literally sitting in an airplane on my way to Galicia, Spain, when she
texted me again: if I was still interested in getting to know each other better, since she was totally available. I just took it lightly, and told her that she was free to text me, and that I would be open to get to know her better again. In hindsight I would now say that it was a mistake to do so – as a physical empath. Thing is, not only did we share personal stuff and had to grieve strangely enough about our loved ones around the same time (my mom and her granddad had suddenly passed away in the same month), but at some point I shared some physical injury with her. Something to do with our teeth.

Teeth

She had told me that one of her wisdom teeth needed to be removed, and she was feeling really nervous about it. I tried to calm her down, since I had a good experience with the pulling of one of my wisdom teeth – it turned out to be so much easier than I had expected. So she already felt much better about the upcoming, scary event.

We didn’t have much contact anymore, and in the meantime I was staying in a hotel room for 4 weeks, because I had to wait a while before I could move to a new appartment. And more importantly: I was preparing for my driving exam, so I wanted to stay somewhere close to The Hague. The reason why I share all of this (and the decease of my mom), is because it might have influenced my situation – and therefore my own teeth. But also to give you an idea where I literally was sitting, when I was eating some pre-cooked meal. I didn’t even bite into something hard, but at some point I realized that a part of one of my molars (bigger teeth) had broken off. Little bit in shock, while seeing the tooth filling from the side (staring naked at me, because one side of my molar was gone), did I call the dentist for an emergency treatment.

To be honest, I hadn’t been thinking much about this Tinder-contact and I had already forgotten about her upcoming wisdom tooth removal, until she texted me the following day: everything had gone fine, but it was a bit more disturbing than she had hoped. So then I realized: wait, she was having trouble with her wisdom tooth – it needed to be removed. And now a part of my molar had been broken off. Out of the blue, and pretty much at the same time. How bizarre, right?

Another Date

Speaking of which, not sure if my next anecdote is even more bizarre, but here it is.
I had met her through a spiritual dating site. And apart from this spiritual interest that we had in common, we also had an interest in the same kind of music. So when I saw the concert announcement of some artist whose music I liked, I asked her to join me. For an official date. And since she liked the idea, I bought the tickets for this concert in Amsterdam. Something to look forward to, we both told each other.

But of course, this is ‘Stories of an Empath’, so there must be an empathic twist – or at least some interesting, empathic detail, right? Thing is, one week before I actually met her online – through the dating site – I had this painful accident with my bike. I had to brake strongly and suddenly, ’cause of some turning car, which wasn’t paying attention to me. So I fell, and I almost rolled over, with my hands still on the steer; squeezing my hand brakes. And although I had hit the road with the rest of my body as well, the most painful thing was actually my right hand: two of my fingers had been sprained severely. I was even afraid that they got broken. They were really hurting, and it was impossible to bend them fully.

Stuck to the Fence

Fortunately they got better, and they didn’t hurt that much anymore. But it was still a bit painful to bend them fully, especially my ring finger (from my right hand). And it was taking so much time for them to recover fully – and even more for my ring finger. 

For the record, this all had happened before I had the actual date with her (but we had already spoken to each other online). Also, it had taken us more than 2 months before we actually met for this concert. But while we were sharing personal stuff with each other – through mails and our Whatsapp – she shared something which was far from common to happen to someone: somewhere in her twenties she had jumped over a fence, while holding it, and because she was wearing a ring her hand got stuck to the fence. To be precise: her ring finger from her right hand got stuck. And it got so injured that they had to remove two of her phalanges (parts of her finger). Guess I don’t need to say that I was extremely astonished when I read that story in one of her emails to me, right?

Relationship Ring

When we finally had our date and a dinner in one of the restaurants nearby the concert venue, I clearly saw her right hand. And at the concert I even held that same hand for some minutes, when we decided to leave the place before the end of the concert. No idea why the Universe is giving me these kinds of experiences – feeling physically what other people feel, or similar things. But I do know that I haven’t been wearing any kind of relationship ring for quite a while. So maybe we both had kept some symbolic pain in our beloved ring finger. And holding each other’s hands for some minutes was enough to let it go.