Dating a christian divorced women
He was handsome, wore glasses, was going slightly gray, and edged a little on the nerdy side: perfect.
I was a 33-year-old Lutheran deacon-in-training trying to convince myself I didn’t want to have sex with him, even though I did.
On our first date, Patrick suggested we take a Sunday afternoon walk on the Highline after our respective church services.
As we walked, he opened up, admitting that he occasionally still worked with his ex-wife, whom he met while studying in Mexico City.
I imagined a sun-bronzed goddess in an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse.
He looked exactly like his photos and he hadn’t lied about his height; he was at least three inches taller than me, making him truly 6’1”. Our walk along the Highline took on the flavor of a stroll on the Champs-Élysées.
He taught me some French phrases and I tried to impress him with the few words I already knew.
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.