He doesnt smoke. He's not a drinker. Sex is sacred. God is the forerunner in his life. Family is important. Women deserve to be cherished. And he's a Christian/Muslim.
Wait.....what?
yeah. Somehow I have met two wonderful guys. Very similar. One is Christian. One is Muslim.
Im a liberal Christian.
Sounds so easy to just pluck the obvious choice, eh?
But.... the Muslim? he's been a point of adoration for a year or two. I just met the Christian today. And he's awesome already.
Liking a Muslim has been a major point of controversy in my life for the past year. I have tried to avoid it. I have rationalized it. I have sought the opinion of my mother and grandmother. Outwardly, we would seem rather mismatched. I guess. But honestly, i dont think we are. It's an odd situation. But i adore him. I think he is the bees knees.
Where does religion get off telling me who I can or cannot love?
I can just see the old church ladies clucking their tongues at me.
But...
when I met the Christian today....
I was enchanted. I honestly wasnt even thinking about the Muslim. It was like....Islam who?
But im not judging these people by their religions. Im just not using names.
Maybe God just sent me somebody pleasant and I shouldnt be sitting here feeling guilty for liking him. The Christian, im referring to. I mean, I think I was nervous that my liking him was settling for someone LIKE the Muslim, without the hassle of the hardship of different faiths.
But...maybe I just like him. Eh?
note to self.... stop sabotaging.
ah well.... atleast I have my African Violets
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