Why Christian Courtships Suck Pt. 2 (The Date)
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Somehow, my life turned into the lovechild of the Maury Povich show and a telenovella. But I’ll explain that later.
In Pt. 1, I discuss the shock of meeting (and being charmed by) a punk rocker black guy in outreach. He serenaded me with R&B classics like Rihanna’s “Where Have You Been” and even nailed the struggle choreography. Where did this crazy man come from?
He told me that he would see me at church the next day. As a woman who has only been pursued by two men (Jesus and the bootleg movie guy on Crenshaw), I didn’t believe him. I responded with the same incredulous laugh I gave Mister Cee. Yeah, right.
But he was there in the church lobby. He waited. For me. My heart melted. I never met a guy who was this intentional.
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