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Just three weeks before, I found his profile on the punchline of all religious dating sites, Christian Mingle.He was a divorced, non-smoking Catholic and Spanish-to-French translator in the textbook industry.
I was convinced that God was keeping a tally of my sexual indiscretions and punishing me for them.Though I knew it would be hard, I vowed to live more chastely, determined to curb any libidinous activity until I was at least in a solid relationship with a decent Christian man.On our first date, Patrick suggested we take a Sunday afternoon walk on the Highline after our respective church services.Standing at the Mc Donald’s counter, Patrick looked like a sad puppy in a windbreaker. Insert all of the usual excuses here: he didn’t love her, she didn’t understand him. All I did know was that this wasn’t the first time I’d been a nice Christian guy’s side-piece. But before going all Jodi Arias on him, I swung out of the booth and walked out with some of my pride intact. During my tenure on Christian Mingle, I didn’t meet any saintly superheroes, just normal guys with lots of problems: a mega-church lay leader who confessed to me that years ago, he'd done porn; a pilot who quoted scripture as much as he prompted me for chat-window sex; an entrepreneur who confessed that he was horrified after being "tricked" into falling for a transgender woman.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.“You’re accent is superb,” he said.“Thank you,” I said, flattered.
As we walked, he opened up, admitting that he occasionally still worked with his ex-wife, whom he met while studying in Mexico City.
Fortunately, there are with whom you can form a bond with and share your faith.
It all begins with creating a profile that stands out from the rest.
Just over six feet tall, his credentials included photographs that were not blurry and taken by someone other than himself.
He was handsome, wore glasses, was going slightly gray, and edged a little on the nerdy side: perfect.
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.