Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday Sept. 1, 2008 False Prophets

I know I know. Didn’t I just say that I wasn’t going to hang out with anymore men? This probably makes me look fast as I don’t know what. I think maybe I just like torturing myself. It’s almost becoming a sick joke I play on myself. I just experienced like the worst non-date ever last night. So why oh why would I hang out with someone else? Because then my life would be boring and I would have nothing to write about. What I have learned this year is that men are men. Saved or not at the core they are men. Silly men.

A few weeks ago I had met a guy that I talked to at a Starbucks and I was so impressed because he just talked about the Lord. I think I may have written about him. I was in no way attracted to him but it was cool to be able to talk to someone about the Lord. He had even referred us to a church that Jaime and I had checked out a few times. I saw him at church. So we had agreed to meet and hang out.

So I am trying to be open-minded about people but I’m thinking about just hibernating. All this guy did was talk about him. He would ask me a question. When I would answer he would have to top me. It was like a competition. It was so stupid. Like go find your self esteem then come back to me.

So we had decided to go to Dave and Busters and play games but we sat down to get appetizers first. There is a key fact I want you to remember. When we sat down he told me to order whatever I wanted. Just remember that. So we sit and talk. He keeps picking my brain about politics, finances, religion, etc. I think he was trying to stump me or prove he was smarter than me. Too bad for him he didn’t know that I read books and the newspaper. He seemed shocked that I was able to answer the questions he asked.

Somehow we got on the subject on religion. He was just talking about how it related to him in relationships and then he said something that made me cock my head to the side. I can’t recall what it was exactly but I remember saying, “So you think sex before marriage is ok?” He replied yes. He asked me if I did and I said no. I’m not perfect. No one is. We all make mistakes and we all sin but at the end of the day I know my sin is sin. I know sex before marriage isn’t ok with God. What bothered me was that he wasn’t saying that he knew according to the Bible sex before marriage was wrong but he chose to participate. He was saying that he believed that God was ok with it. He said he had studied his Bible and couldn’t find anywhere where it said it wasn’t ok. I just looked at him. He said he prayed about it. I said and what God said go ahead. He said yes. He misquoted where I think it was Paul saying that it is better not to marry. So I just started pounding him with scriptures over and over. He wasn’t convinced. He said that if I could find some scripture he would hear me out and change his mind even though I had quoted a billion scriptures and gave him tons of examples. This night is over. Goodbye. No need to play games or finish this conversation. He then said that I was welcome to come over to his house and have bible study. Oh heck no. Get behind me Satan. You are a false prophet and need to be locked up because you’re nasty. You’re a nasty man. This night is over. Then he wanted me to come over and cook for him if he provided all of the materials. What is it with men wanting you to cook for them? You ain’t my man. You’re not a family member or a friend.

Then the bill came and he said, “So we’re gonna split this?” What was the key thing I told you guys to remember? That he said to order what I wanted. If I was going to have to pay for my food why tell me order what I want? I know that with my money I can order whatever I want. You don’t have to remind me of that. Are you serious? That night was really over. The only reason I didn’t tell him off was because I didn’t know if the Lord wanted to use me to knock some sense in him. Needless to say I called him a few days later to let him know I found some more scriptures. Of course he never returned my call and we haven’t spoken since. Praise God!!!
If this is the pick of men in New York I won’t be dating at all. This is for the birds.

2 comments:

nicolelennox said...

WOOOOOOOWWW... Dez. This NY life is like a twisted novel about the crazies. You're handling it well. Thanks for reporting back via blog. We can all appreciate the comic relief!

mc² said...

"Too bad for him he didn’t know that I read books and the newspaper."

^-- THIS? Was the absolute best.