When I was 15 years old, I lost my virginity to a boy named Eugene. He was very funny and sweet to me when we were together, but there were several times when we would make plans to do something, and he would break our plans by leaving for the day without telling me.
I'd call him that day, and his family would tell me he had already left for the day. I couldn't figure out why he was doing that to me and I was heartbroken over it. He would always come up with some excuse like, he found out he had to go to his grandparents' house or that one of his buddies really needed him... And of course he never had a phone to call me.
So, one Sunday I called him to arrange a time for us to get together as we had planned, and his mom told me he was gone. I was so upset that I cried after I got off the phone with her... Feeling betrayed once again. I sat around in a funk that morning, and my sister and I decided to watch TV together. As I was sitting on the couch watching a movie with my sister, suddenly everything went black - It's like my eyes were open, but all I could see was black - and then these white numbers came into my vision... 7:49. I blinked my eyes several times and finally my normal vision returned. I turned and looked at my sister and said, "The weirdest thing just happened to me! I was sitting here and everything went dark, and the numbers 7, 4, 9 popped into my head - Like the time on a clock!"
Since I had been stressing about Eugene that morning, I had no idea what those numbers really meant... My sister and I spent the rest of the day together, and later on in the evening as we were watching TV, I began verbalizing to my sister how concerned I was that Eugene had blown me off and still hadn't called or anything. Suddenly, the telephone rang... As I jumped off the couch to race to the phone, I looked at the clock on the stove and the time was 7:49pm! I gasped and said to me sister, "Abbie! Look what time it is... 7:49! If this is Eugene..." and I answered the telephone with a nervous, "Hello?" The voice on the other end said, "Hi, Becca..." and I nearly fainted. IT WAS EUGENE!
How or why this experience happened over the time he would call me that day, I do not know. I found out down the road that Eugene was blowing me off to go do drugs with his friends for the day, and he knew I was 100% anti-drug! Eugene died several years later from a drug overdose... This is still the most poignant, strange, experience I've ever had in my life.