Huffington Post – Amethyst Realm, 30, of Bristol, says she has had sex with at least 20 ghosts since she was a teenager but wasn’t looking for a new relationship when she went to Australia on a business trip.
However, she says that changed on a nature hike when she came into contact with an apparition and felt sparks like none she’s ever known.
Realm didn’t think it could amount to anything serious because she says spirits tend to stay in one place, but something amazing happened on her flight home: She felt the presence of her lover on the plane, and apparently not stowed in cargo.
“I couldn’t believe it. I was happy and excited — so excited that we had to do something about it. So we headed to the plane loo,” she told the Sun. “And, well, I am now a member of the Mile High Club.”
I’ve gone on record many times that I don’t necessarily believe in ghosts, think the whole thing is kind of a crap shoot. Spirits lingering out there, sure. But the idea that there are actual physical ghosts schmoozin’ with people is a little far fetched to me. I’d even go as far as saying I think it’s a huge crock of shit.
But, I can’t say I’m surprised that someone named Amethyst claims that she has had sex with twenty ghosts and now she’s found the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with.
Batshit crazy. As simple as that. I don’t hate the little marketing push she’s giving herself here. If you get the opportunity to tell your story on “This Morning with Eamonn & Ruth,” you don’t ask questions, you just accept.
I’m also not surprised that this is getting a lot of pub on Halloween, it might as well be this lady’s Super Bowl. Any time something Halloween related is mentioned, she can slip right in to her riveting story of getting piped out by more ghosts than actual humans, and how she now has a ghost who’s packing heat and is comfortable enough with himself to smash her in an airplane, talk about a wild “meet cute.” I don’t understand the science behind it, I don’t know how you can have sex with a ghost when it has no physical form, but I’m not familiar enough with the intricacies of paranormal coitus to dispute it.
I guess if she’s happy and “in love,” who am I to judge? I think she’s full of shit, but she’s spun this yarn so well that everyone from here to England seems to just be happy that she’s found love, even if it’s with something that definitely doesn’t exist. Nevertheless, whenever people talk to her, they’ll have one thing in mind, and one thing only.