Not Interesting in Dating…

I was on Facebook and I saw a post of a former classmate and I remembered when I ran into that classmate in the club. We were catching up and she was shocked that I was even there and the fact I was single and said “I thought you would be married to a pastor by now”.  I know I had a WTH facial expression to her statement because I do not date Pastors, Associate Ministers, Deacons or any important church leaders. If you see me dating one, Know that that was an act of God. God personally came to me and said “Date Him”! It is not because I am not worthy or a dislike to them. Life just had funny way of crafting my taste in men.

I grew up in the home of the Chairman of the Deacons at my foundation (childhood home church). He was my late grandfather. It’s after 7 pm now as I type this. We have had dinner and now we are resting and watching TV. Do you know how mind boggling it is for the doorbell to ring or the phone to ring because somebody needs to be let inside the church or the alarm is going off and can he come turn it off or let them in? What about the call to say somebody died? Many of you got to go home right after church. Nope, not me or anyone else that rode to church with my grandfather (yeah I know we could’ve walked because we lived around the corner, down the street and across the street from the church but we didn’t okay(inner city living)) because he had to be in a few brief meetings, sometimes help lock up, and do other things deacons do. Most times it would be no more than thirty minutes but there were a few occasions that the time was longer. Also my grandfather had to keep many secrets. Some stuff he couldn’t tell my grandmother and family. I know many that tell their wives and families what is discussed in meetings, my grandfather did not discussed nothing that was not common knowledge or did not involve us (dangerous or non-dangerous). If he did, it was to pick our brains and we were sworn to strict confidence. 

Okay, I was the granddaughter of a deacon. Think about the family of the Pastor. Most of those times if my family was waiting, the first lady was waiting also for the pastor. I loved that lady, God rest her soul. One day, I put myself in her shoes. Life as a child in the home the Deacon Chairman was no way near as crazy as hers. On top of the most of the stuff my grandfather did, add Members, Church Leaders, & Other Pastors calling your house for your husband all day and night. Your spouse having to be at hospitals, funerals, meetings, churches, conventions and other places all the time. It’s his job. Then add the floozies that go after married men and the chicks that just want to snag them a preacher that would drive me insane.  My life with my grandfather was a breeze compared to her. I knew then I don’t think I am made for life with a church leader. Not a bad life at all. I just don't think it's my life.

This does not mean I don’t require the men I date to be God-fearing Christians. We need to be equally yoked even in dating. I believe what I believe and he need to believe in what I believe too. I know there are good men (even some nice-looking men) I am excluding but I’ve seen that life I don’t want get any closer to it than I already have. I will say God may change my heart and the love of my life may be a church leader but he’s still working on me and maybe that is an area that he will work on. Maybe! *smile*

So yeah, I showed her. LMBO Just because I was a "church girl" to her doesn't mean to box me in a pick my type of man. As you see on the outside looking in doesn't make you know the whole story.

As Always, Talking to You in Adult Terms