Evan vs. God- Who are you going to believe?

Have you ever met someone that you were so attracted to that you couldn't talk at all?

Well, I wasn't that ga-ga over Crazy, Sexy Jim but I was damn close.

He was tall, dark and handsome. Really tall. Broad shoulders and a warm smile. Cute, cute smile.

We met at a restaurant and had dinner and drinks. It was just before Christmas and the town was decorated for the holidays. We strolled down the street together chatting on our way to another bar where a band was playing.

We talked and laughed a lot. And later in the date we kissed a lot. And then kissed some more.

I told him about word vomiting all over Mr. Sutherland and asked him to just tell me to be quiet if I got going on a roll. He told me about the time a girl got really drunk and threw up in her car that he had to drive her home in. I promised him I would not throw up on him.

I would get up to go to the bathroom and when I would come back out he would be standing up looking toward me with that big, wide smile. Talk about making a girls legs melt into butter. I was a walking heart attack.

Sounds perfect, right? Second date material, right?

There were texts that followed the first date but they all went to the sexy, teasing side and any invitation for getting together was for me to come over to his house after his kids had gone to bed. At my age, being a booty call, even if the booty call is at 4pm just isn't going to happen. He may have had more luck if he had started with a date and not a text.

I have a conversation with my dating coach, Evan, except I'm not paying Evan so I have to make up his side of the conversation.

Me: Evan, is he interested in me or just having sex with me?
E: Sounds like he's just interested in having sex with you?
Me: But Evan, we had such great chemistry.
E: So. Where has that gotten you? Has he asked you out on a real second date?
Me: No.
E: So, why don't you believe me. He is showing you who he is.
Me: You're so stupid, Evan. You wouldn't even have met your wife online you hypocrite.

(I can say that about Evan because he says it himself.)

So, after a couple of weeks of doing this periodic text dance I found myself at church. And I do not go to church. Can't remember the last time I had been in there so I was a little worried about lightening. But it was a new year so I tried it. Luckily no one was hurt.

I sat there praying to God. Something else foreign to me. Asking him for peace. And as the service went on I asked God for a favor. I asked, "God, I'm going to text him to see if he has his kids tonight and if he doesn't, see if he would like to get together for coffee or a drink. If he doesn't have his kids and he says no then I have my answer as to what this is really about."

He didn't have his kids and he couldn't get together. And I never heard from him again.

And in the words of the dating coach that I'm not paying to be my dating coach, "So what! He's not the one for you."

Amen.