With all of this internet connecting going on, where a person sees a picture & reads a brief profile, it’s never been so easy to meet someone in absentia. I don’t take myself that seriously, which is one of my hardest won powers.
I have always been a Witch, even before I knew what name to call what I am. How easy it is to say, I am a teacher, which is true, just not the whole truth. “No, I won’t cast a spell on you,” I have replied so many times. (BTW, you just gave me permission to do so.) No, I don’t fly on a broom; the most air I have ever gotten is about 3 feet off the ground. Not that we’re not a decent looking group but, no, we don’t practice skyclad & orgies… The first date had its usual common Witch comments from him.
Recently I have faced a great deal of contrast on the subject. Like it or not, Professional Witch is the truthful answer & I have come to consider that answer ‘asshole repellant.’ Those who can’t handle it, thinking I eat babies & worship Satan run, run as fast as they can (You can’t catch me I’m the muggle/once born man.)That I don’t mind so much, as I said, ‘asshole repellant.’ If they can’t handle the Witch thing well, how are they ever going to handle everything in my life that comes with it? But they were shared in playfulness, which is fine.
Even when it does work out, they want to take classes, join the coven etc.
I have a rule about dating coven members; I don’t, nor do I date students. But I’ve given it a shot for what it is worth, more wisdom of course.
No, you can’t see my book of shadows yet, we just met.
I’d rather you meet my Mother first & if you can survive Hera, then maybe you’ll appreciate what lay written within its pages.
The power struggle is usually political unfortunately.
No, I’m not going to tell you my secrets, I just met you.
In the end, in those cases, I do the ritual to turn a Lover into a Brother.