A turn of events finds me with an hour to kill at lab on a Tuesday night. I could get an hour of work done, but this time was originally personal time planned for a monthly discussion of what bugs you about religion or non-religion or what you love about these things or why you're skeptical of these things. It was just me and the associate pastor, who I might have mentioned previously {ahem}, so since he and I had a beer and then called the gathering early given the lack of attendance, why not write about boys? Nice segue, huh?
I am writing this more for amusement's sake, and I guess a little bit of 'what if'. What if I stayed her another year or two? There are two boys who do not know they are in the running for the rebound. Lucky them. To minimize incriminating details, well, that's not so easy. One is a religious man (RM), and one is a veteran (VM).
RM is a cool guy who has come to his calling via a non-traditional and challenging path. 20 years ago he probably would have called you crazy if you predicted his career. He likes to develop meaningful youth programs. He is friends with his sisters. He is socially liberal. He likes to chop wood and be outdoors. He is an interesting guy. He is my sister's age (which is older than my age), and given that he and I are often the oldest "young adults", we have joked about me not being that much younger than him. Today he gave me a heads up on a church in the city where I am moving. I joked that now he is trying to get rid of me after giving me a hard time for leaving, to which he responded, "If you love someone, set them free....That's in the Bible, right?" Oh, be still my beating heart. It is all I could do to repress the over-analyzing college woman and to instead smile to myself and let it go.
VM, given his dedication and service, is likewise a good person. He is also incredibly quite/shy. BUT, he now says hi to me in his own way (i.e. gives me a wave in the hall) on his own with no prompting. Yay! We ran youth group together and he talked more than I have ever heard him talk. He likes doing things, and came to an outdoor service opportunity in the spring on the first day they tested the tornado sirens...and we were right near it...and he immediately dropped to the ground. It took the rest of us a minute to realize he was not joking, that this was his engrained reaction to a siren. When he collected himself and got up and stood there red faced and controlling his breathing, I seriously wanted to give him a big hug. The moment the crush started right there, this I-want-to-help-you-moment. His SIL and I have continued (and just finished) a Bible study and I have offered help for the upcoming church rummage sale more than I might have otherwise because his mother is running it. Why not see as much of him as I can before I move, right?
There you have it. Good men in my life who I wouldn't mind dating, but since I am moving away in two months, I guess I will just have to consider them friends.
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I guess it's good to keep your options open.
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