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 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.
I thought to myself, "Where is the Christian in this mingle?
I knew how hard it was to be outside of a pair, especially in our faith.
The people who wrote the Bible never expected modern Christians to stay single so long, or get divorced, for that matter.
He was handsome, wore glasses, was going slightly gray, and edged a little on the nerdy side: perfect.
Just over six feet tall, his credentials included photographs that were not blurry and taken by someone other than himself.
”Then I thought about my own fraudulent Christian Mingle profile, and how it was less true than I would like it to be.
I hardly lived up to my claims of virtue, never admitting to cheating on my college boyfriend, or having an affair with a married man in my early twenties, or frequently refusing to give people change in the subway.
I have something to tell you.” When Patrick suddenly sent me this text, I knew it couldn’t be a good thing.
Just three weeks before, I found his profile on the punchline of all religious dating sites, Christian Mingle.