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.

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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.