Never Trust Again

Oh you guys are depressing! I wrote this over at the good ol’ blog and someone had to leave me this depressing tid bit. Now I can never fully trust again. Sigh. 

I know exactly what you mean.

The first guy I ever really loved broke up with me by sending me an invitation to his wedding. Silly me, I thought he was moving to my area. I thought the trip out to my location to meet with a hiring manager meant he was serious about that. I still have no idea what he was thinking. Would he have moved the woman he was obviously dating while he was supposedly with me to my area if he’d gotten the job? Did he pick her when the job fell through?

It took me a long time to trust after that.

And the next guy, he disappeared. I mean one day I realized I had left messages on his phone for three days and he hadn’t called me back. Started to worry a bit, so when I still hadn’t heard from him a few days later, I went by his place, and the apartment was empty. The property manager said he’d moved out three weeks prior. Went to his job, and he’d quit a month prior. So he’d quit his job and moved, and was still calling and chatting with me, even went to a movie with me, and didn’t mention it, and then just…vanished.

I don’t date much anymore.

The Wedding of a Lifetime: I “Married” Jesus

Anderson Cooper’s show has a call out to people who’ve married themselves, which apparently happens these days. I’ve got a better one, Cooper. I married Jesus. Here’s how:

First, we wrote a letter to Jesus detailing our love, our pain and why we wanted Him. Then, we dimmed the lights, lit some candles and walked down the aisle of a church to sit in a pew. We prayed. We wept. We took our hand written letters and placed them in glass bottles and put a cork on top. Then, one by one, we walked down the church aisle again, holding our glass bottles. Our minister prayed over us, then put candle wax over the top of the bottle to “seal” our “covenant” with Jesus. We then went over to a pillow, got on our knees and the minister prayed with us again, asking us if we “committed” to the following “vows” to God. When we said yes, we were given a silver band to wear on our left ring finger. After that, we were “married” to Jesus for an entire year. We couldn’t date. We couldn’t have “emotional commitments”. We couldn’t ride alone in cars with boys.

We were “pure” and abstained from sex. We married Jesus.