Part I is here...
Days had passed since that pivotal point in my life when word spread I had a career as a hooker, then those days spread into months which turned into years. I was now a senior in high school and had grown quite comfortable with the ‘third wheel’ role. In fact, I was pretty darn happy~ especially when I was witness to the many dating roller coaster rides my female counterparts were dealing with, seemingly ALL the TIME!
Then one day, a close friend of mine introduced me to Chris. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was much taller than me, a definite perk in my book! He had fair skin and jet black hair, with equally dark eyes. He spoke with a quiet calmness about him and treated women with respect. But most importantly, the reason I even gave him a second glance in fact, was that he was a believer. Though his views on theological things didn’t always mesh with my own, there was no disputing we did share the most important commonalities-a love for a triune God.
It didn’t take long for him to woo me. Not long at all. You see, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to EXPERIENCE romance and mutual love, it’s just I didn’t want to do it in vain. I had waited so long, when all my peers thought I was nuts, because I waited for Mr. RIGHT and wouldn’t settle for Mr. WRONG in the meantime.
Chris was the kind of guy that was a bit gung-ho and jumped into things pretty quickly and at times was a bit smothering, but hey-He was INFATUATED with me and it was a GOOD feeling. We began seeing each other occasionally, then more often. Life was grand. He spoiled me, not only with fancy restaurants-but he bought me things. ALL the time. Not just silly things either-but expensive things! Gold necklaces and silver, outfits, whatever…he definitely knew how to woo a girl. Even with all our wonderful dinners and dates (he even took me to my senior prom) though, there was always a bit of reservation in the back of my mind. I always squished it into the deepest darkest crevice and did everything I could to ignore it-which worked marvelously for a while.
As things grew more serious, being together began to run into the Sabbath as well as during the week. His church had evening service, mine did not so I attended my church for morning worship and his in the evening.
I was a bit disgruntled that he never ever wanted to attend my church with me in the morning, as I did so willingly for him and it bothered me that he spent the entire sermon reading an unrelated portion of scripture instead of LISTENING to the sermon. His usual quiet, calm demeanor was not quite as endearing when you could barely hear him singing the hymns. And when service was over, he would bee-line over to his friends~which bothered me to know end but I didn’t know why.
The day came when he announced that he wanted to be a Pastor and would be transferring to a Bible School. We went to check it out together, and were taken on a tour. One of the very first questions that Chris asked is "Where do the married students live?". When he asked that, I knew this relationship was heading toward serious ground…and if this is what I wanted than I needed to fully get on board. And if not-then I needed to be honest with myself and Chris.
On our long drive back to my place, I was unusually quiet. On the outside that is. On the INSIDE my brain and heart were fighting a gruesome battle with one another. I wanted to be married! I have ALWAYS wanted to be married-and have children and take care of my home-and have a loving husband. It was my DREAM! The words Chris spoke had insinuated that I had indeed found a man to love me and make those dreams a reality-and soon! Spring semester, he was heading to school!
He was a really great guy. He spoiled me and made me feel special. He always complimented me and went out of his way to be with me and to make me feel good. He was a Christian, so I wasn’t going against my vow. He loved me and I really liked him. Besides, there weren’t any OTHER Christian guys my age around… I couldn’t AFFORD to go to a Christian college to get my M.R.S. I was stuck, to find my guy in NY.
So what if he has little quirks that irritate the TAR out of me? I mean, EVERYONE does. Right? I can’t be unrealistic to think there is some PERFECT man out there-without flaws at all. I have to GIVE a little bit and so I made my mind up~ I would be on board. I would try my best to love Chris as much as he loved me.
to be continued...