Christian dating bubble
“That’s a little promise I made between me and God.After the divorce I bought this ring in a junk shop, and told God that I wouldn’t take it off until I found the right woman.” I wanted to reach out, hug him, and tell him I understood.Patrick’s profile might have read “Married lonely guy looking for someone to talk to.” I doubt I would have liked him as much if I’d never gotten the opportunity to listen to him open up and tell the truth.We hugged before we parted, and I didn’t hear anything from him again until the following Easter, almost a year later.A pastor’s daughter, my upbringing included the strict moral code of “no sex before marriage.” This code was promptly discarded in my teenage years, when I learned, all too painfully, why my parents had tried to protect me from being prematurely thrust into the turmoil of physical intimacy.In my late twenties, my live-in boyfriend dumped me and kicked me out of his apartment.As we walked, he opened up, admitting that he occasionally still worked with his ex-wife, whom he met while studying in Mexico City.
I was a 33-year-old Lutheran deacon-in-training trying to convince myself I didn’t want to have sex with him, even though I did.
I pictured them sitting together at a desk, poring over social science proofs and speaking secret words to each other.“It’s been a year,” he said, and steered me with his hand to a bench, brushing away dead leaves.
That’s when I noticed a small, plastic ring he was wearing on his pinky finger, on an otherwise ringless left hand.“Oh, that.” He played with the ring, turning it on his finger.
He bought me a Mc Frappe to soften the blow I knew was coming. There were plenty of homophobes, and men who felt women should be strictly under their patriarchal domain.
I thought to myself, "Where is the Christian in this mingle?