Girl About Town: the two-timing texter

When the character of a man is not clear to you. Look at his noodles. *

I was fairly late to the dating game. For a long time I believed that my future husband would just pitch up at the right moment, without much action needed from me. Not much action that is, apart from focusing on being faithful and good, and waiting patiently for Mr Right, without complaining too much.  I wasn’t hung up on it, but if I’m honest, deep down that’s what I believed.

After years of Not Much on the man front, apart from a few flirtations and a bit of heartbreak, something in me snapped. I was totally disillusioned, mostly with God, who I thought should have brought someone along by now. I’d been good, I’d made sacrifices! And He’d let me down!  I felt disempowered. I hadn’t felt permission to try, fail, and then do it better next time. I wasn’t a complete rooky, but I’d never learnt how to make confident decisions in this area of life, and I wanted to get experience. I wanted dating to feel more ‘normal’.  

So in protest I rebelled – against waiting, and against being faithful and good. It was a bit messy at first, but I got something out of my system. Then I became more intentional with my dating. And so I went online. I filled out my profile, then held my breath and watched to see what would happen.

I got in touch with a guy who’d sent me a great first message: a bit forward perhaps, but I liked his honesty. After a couple of failed attempts to meet up, we arranged a date for after work the next week.

I was on holiday with a big group of friends at the time, and mentioned my date with this guy, let’s call him ‘Jonny’. He even lived round the corner from my office – fancy that?!

Later that evening, a woman I’d only met that week on the holiday drew me away for a chat.

“This guy you’ve got a date with next week, he wouldn’t happen to be called Jonny Smith, would he?”

Um, yes. Why do you ask?

“Um well, I’ve been dating him for the last two months.”

Oh.

The small size of the Christian dating pool had exposed this guy’s two-timing. So what to do now?

I texted him the next day, and after a lot of excuses and wriggling I received an grovelling apology written in excellent ‘Christianese’. Words like ‘sacrifice’, ‘integrity’ and ‘altar’ featured heavily. Needless to say, I didn’t go on that date with Jonny. But he did contact me a few months later to say that he’d now broken up with the other girl, and would I meet him after all? Not a chance.

There are more stories I could tell; but after my first foray into online dating, I’ve definitely learnt a few things and gained valuable experience. Here are a few things I’ve figured out:

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