i'd guess i'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints

For as progressive and liberal as I am in many aspects of my life... I'm relatively traditional, perhaps even old fashioned, in a lot of personal ways. My Christian faith is a part of my life, but I am generally more attracted to people who I identify with politically and intellectually more than I do spiritually.

With this "dawning on a new era" I thought it'd be good try to something new. I would aim to stop looking solely at intellect and ambition. It might be good for me to try to date a man with some "good old fashioned family values". Someone who's mama raised 'em right. A churchgoing man who still opens doors. Maybe that's what I need...someone loyal and moral to keep me grounded. And i'd kill two birds with one stone if he was intellectual as well.

Enter "Daniel".

Late twenties. Attorney at a downtown law firm. Raised in a small town in Idaho. He seems close with his family, strong in his faith, and grounded. Daniel and I chatted on the phone before we met and I had no reservations. We chatted about our upcoming weekends, I told him about a get together with some sorority sisters on Saturday night, and the two of us made plans to meet for coffee Sunday afternoon.

I was running errands Sunday and didn't give myself enough time to get to the coffee shop on time. I asked him we could push back 15 mins or so and he pleasantly agreed.

I arrive at the coffee shop to find a skinny awkward version of the photograph I had seen days before on Match. In an awkward and somewhat condescending fashion, Daniel proceeds to ask me if I was late because I was "recovering from my hangover".

I laugh it off and attempt start a normal conversation but I'm already counting down the seconds till I can leave. We begin to talk about travel, and I speak of my trip to Europe after graduating college. When Daniel asks who I went with on this trip I tell him, somewhat hesitantly, "my boyfriend at the time."

He looks me straight in the eye and remarks "Oh... living in sin?"

Never have I downed a latte faster in my life. But amazingly my sinful past wasn't enough to stop Saint Daniel from calling me a few times the following week. And I ignored.

Interestingly enough I was also an angel for Halloween this year prior to meeting Daniel. But really...small town religious?! Me?! What was I thinking?!

the face of sin

XOXO
Ms. Matched