Now that I was out on my own, I tried to go to church by myself. Really, I did! I kept attending the larger Four Square church where our family attended before they moved. The church was , and still is pastored by the brother of a former co-worker and good friend of mine. It was fine for a while, but I would have done much better if I had kept to the main Church service, rather than attend the young adult group, which I found yet again to be cliquish and phony. And since retail demands you work most weekends, getting to Church was beginning to be a chore. So I stopped going all together. This happens a lot as I understand it.
"Robert Zubiate"
I had heard his amazing name paged several times over the paging system during the first 3 months I had been at my job. But then one fine day, I finally laid eyes on him! He was walking down the main aisle with a couple of other guys coming back from lunch, and he was an amazing sight to behold! Sorry dear reader, that memory will not be shared with you in its entirety, because it is all mine. Anyway, I asked one of the guys near me in the paint department, "Who is that?" And he said, "Oh, that's Robert Zubaite, but he's a real player." That didn't bother me, after going out with and dumping several mediocre guys, and one potential woman beater, I was okay with dating someone who wouldn't be the jealous type.
As it turned out, Robert was nowhere near a "player." Our first date was great. He arrived at the door hidden behind a bunch of pink roses, which is one of my favorite flowers! All my other dates usually started with a single red rose, but instead of thinking, "how womanitc", when the cliche flower was presented, I would think: "How ohdinawy." But two dozen of my favorite flower?-- that really got my attention! I learned later that he had gotten the flowers on sale at the florist. Ha ha ha...thanks, Lord! And at dinner, while we talked, we hit it off and I discovered we had very similar childhoods, minus most of the religious aspects, as he was raised a Catholic from birth, but wasn't a practicing Catholic. As a Born Again Christian (or so I thought I was), I already knew this would be a problem, but I decided I would cross that religious bridge later. I have to tell you dear reader, if you are single, please don't participate in what is known as "evangelistic dating." If the man/woman you are interested in is not already a Christian, then don't get involved with him/her until he/she becomes one, or go find a man/woman that already shares your faith. I speak from experience...you risk a great deal of heart break that could have been voided by simply following this wise Biblical council.
As it turned out, Robert was nowhere near a "player." Our first date was great. He arrived at the door hidden behind a bunch of pink roses, which is one of my favorite flowers! All my other dates usually started with a single red rose, but instead of thinking, "how womanitc", when the cliche flower was presented, I would think: "How ohdinawy." But two dozen of my favorite flower?-- that really got my attention! I learned later that he had gotten the flowers on sale at the florist. Ha ha ha...thanks, Lord! And at dinner, while we talked, we hit it off and I discovered we had very similar childhoods, minus most of the religious aspects, as he was raised a Catholic from birth, but wasn't a practicing Catholic. As a Born Again Christian (or so I thought I was), I already knew this would be a problem, but I decided I would cross that religious bridge later. I have to tell you dear reader, if you are single, please don't participate in what is known as "evangelistic dating." If the man/woman you are interested in is not already a Christian, then don't get involved with him/her until he/she becomes one, or go find a man/woman that already shares your faith. I speak from experience...you risk a great deal of heart break that could have been voided by simply following this wise Biblical council.