A Better Day and Night-Persecuted Affection

The next day as Kurt was walking to the bus stop, both of his parents approached him.

“Now, I know your excited to have Eileen as your girlfriend but as far as anyone at the school knows, you and her are broken up,” His dad said.

“I know,” Kurt replied. Then continued, “I want to meet her at the YMCA tonight. Could you bring me?”

“Of course,” His dad answered.

“But keep those hormones in check,” His mom added in.

“How can we do anything at the Y? The lifeguard won’t even let us hug or kiss,” Kurt answered.

“I just don’t want to raise a grand baby yet. Wait until you have a degree or a trade and a good job, so you can raise it,”

“And a place of your own,” His dad added in.

“Yes. I know,” Kurt said with a slight irritation.

“We’re only looking out for you,” His mom said.

“But we’re glad you have a girlfriend and we’re sorry you have to keep it a secret,” His dad finally said.

“Yes, but once you go to a different school next year it won’t be so bad, now you go and board the bus. We have to get to work,” His mom added.

Kurt walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to come.

Finally, it arrived and he boarded.

The ride was quick and he soon arrived at school and sat on the bench.

Johacim and Matthew saw that he arrived and began to start harassing him.

He kept thinking about Eileen and was able to successfully tune them out.

Instead he pulled out his assigned book and began to read where he left off.

Matthew and Johacim whispered to each other, then Matthew came and knocked the book out of his hands.

Johacim then threatened to throw it in the toilet of the restroom.

Kurt told him, “Go ahead you’ll be vandalizing school property.

Mrs. Kraft was on duty and witnessed the latter parts of the event.

She told Johacim, “You will be suspended if you damage that book!”

Kurt then told her, “Matthew also knocked it out of my hand while I was reading it.”

“No recess for the next week for you,” She told Matthew.

“That’s messed up,” Johacim added in.

“No, what is truly messed up as you say is that both of you constantly harass Kurt and get away with it. But not under my watch!”

She then looked at Matthew and said, “Hand the book back to Kurt and apologize to him!”

Matthew rolled his eyes and did so, albeit very begrudgingly.

Kurt went back to reading until the bell rang.

All the students went to their respective classes.

Mrs. Kraft continued the science lesson on bovines. Most of the lesson was how cow’s milks is used for human consumption

Kurt listened intently until Johacim said, “I wonder if the milk I poured on my Oreo Os this morning came from Eileen Cartensen’s boobs; I mean she is a cow!”

Several classmates laughed.

“To the principal’s office-now Johacim!” Mrs. Kraft sternly said.

“But she doesn’t even come to this school,” He protested.

“I don’t care where she goes to school is still a human being with feelings and she deserves dignity! Furthermore you said a word that is totally inappropriate for class.” Mrs. Kraft said with anger.

Johacim left the classroom and went to the office, sulking.

Mrs. Kraft continued the lesson, until it was time to teach social studies.

The lesson was about the Watergate Scandal, but in a way seventh graders could understand.

After the lesson was concluded, Mrs. Kraft asked each member of the class if they had chosen their president to do a project on.

Kurt, off the top of his head chose Ronald Reagan, as he had forgotten all about it.

No one else chose Reagan so it went fine for him.

Then it was time to switch classes.

All the students lined up and exited, then headed for Bouchard’s class.

“Where is Johacim?” She asked.

The whole class remained silent.

“Well either tell me where he is, or no one will have recess today!” She continued.

“One girl at last spoke up, “He got sent to the office for saying something inappropriate in Mrs. Kraft’s class.”

“I see. Well, we need to begin our lesson. Everyone take our your religion books,” Bouchard commanded.

Kurt pulled out his religion book and listened as Bouchard lectured, “Sex is meant to be had only in the confines of marriage and strictly for the purpose of procreation. Sex in any other form than this is a mortal sin.” She paused and then continued, “In 1960, birth control was put on the market and since then society has morally plummeted. Before birth control was available, anyone having sex ran the risk of making more mouths to feed. That was a good thing because it more or less limited sex to only those who were financially capable. And those who had pregnancies out of wedlock were shunned from society. Those were glorious days. But then birth control came along, but let me tell you something class, birth control doesn’t always work. Of course now when birth control fails for an unfit mother, she goes on welfare and my tax dollars have to support her and her baby. If I find out that any girls in this school are on birth control, they will be expelled on the spot. It is impossible to be a good Catholic and use birth control, so I refuse to let my students use it. Sex was meant for procreation not recreation.”

By this point, Kurt began to daydream about Eileen.

He tuned Bouchard completely out and thought about how he would see Eileen later that evening at the Y.

Finally Bouchard’s lesson on the supposed evils of birth control was over and she starting lecturing about English.

By this point Johacim returned to class, with a smirk on his face.

Bouchard continued lecturing on English and had a way of sucking all the fun out of grammar and making it as miserable as possible.

Kurt tried to pay attention because of Eileen’s suggestion for him to be a journalist one day.

Finally the bell for little recess rang, to which Kurt went relieve his bladder in the boy’s restroom then got a drink of water and sat by the wall.

He thought about Eileen for the entire recess period, hoping and praying that they would spend some time at the Y later that evening.

Just as he was enjoying his thoughts the bell rang and he headed back to class.

Then there were some spelling and reading exercises.

Finally it was time for lunch. The class line up and walked to the cafeteria.

There was hamburger steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, green beans and banana pudding for dessert.

Kurt ate with everyone else but was soon finished. He pushed his tray forward then put his head down.

Matthew said, “Hey Kurt, where do hamburger steaks come from?”

Kurt ignored him until it was time to pick up the tray and head to big recess.

Once again Kurt went sit by the wall and watched everyone else play. As usual he began to fantasize about Eileen until the bell rang.

Then it was time for the PE period.

Kurt played put out once again, but deliberately got put out so he wouldn’t have to play anymore.

Finally it was over and he walked back to Mrs. Kraft’s class for math class.

Mrs. Kraft decided to teach a little ahead of their grade level and began to talk about the polygons.

Kurt listened intently and it came as a breeze to him.

The teacher then had them pull out the TI-30 calculators to do various formulas for those polygons.

Kurt had hated math up until Mrs. Krafts class, but he began to appreciate it because of her ability to make the lesson understandable.

Finally the dismissal bell rang, so Kurt went out on the benches to wait for the bus.

Mrs. Sandra Mathers was on duty, so Kurt got real quiet as he knew she was out to get him.

Instead he pulled out his two line display TI-30 and began to practice the formulas for the different polygons.

Miraculously, Mrs. Mathers didn’t harass him.

Finally Kurt’s bus pulled up, so he boarded.

The ride was boring but fairly quick.

Kurt arrived home and asked his Dad who had gotten off from work and was watching Fox News in the den, “Can you bring me to the Y tonight?”

“I guess so. Are you and Eileen going to hang out?”

“I’m going call her to see if she can.”

“Well, you need to exercise, so I want you to go whether she can go or not.”

“I know.”

Kurt walked to his room and picked up his cordless phone and dialed Eileen’s number.

“Hey you!” She answered.

“Oh, I missed you so much.” Kurt replied.

“I missed you too. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if we could hang out at the Y tonight?”

“Let me ask my Mom, be right back!”

Kurt waited anxiously.

Finally Eileen came back and said, “I’ll be there at 6:45.”

“Awesome I cannot wait to see you.”

“Now I have to do my homework.”

“I do too.”

“Well, I love you, Kurt!”

“I love you too, Eileen!”

They then hung up and Kurt went back to his Dad.

“Eileen will be at the Y at 6:45 this evening.”

“Okay, that’s cool. I’ll bring you. Now go do your homework.”

Kurt started his homework. First he did the math and everything with the polygons. Then he did science and was angered about how his classmates compared Eileen to a cow. He knew he was going to shower her with much affection later that evening. Then Kurt did his history worksheet and filled it out. Afterwards he read “Holding Steady” until it was time to go to the YMCA.

Kurt’s Dad drove him there in the blue sedan, then went in the men’s locker room. Kurt went in the boy’s locker room and changed into his swimming trunks.

Afterwards, he jumped into the pool. Eileen then jumped in afterwards.

Their eyes met and they shared a strong hug and a passionate kiss.

There was a female life guard on duty, who commented, “Y’all are so cute together. Just be careful though.”

Eileen then said, “Let’s swim together so we can exercise!”

“Sure thing, Eileen,” Kurt replied.

With that they began swimming vigorously next to each other until out of breath.

Both went into the shallow section of the pool and stood next to each other.

“Do you think I am sexy in my bathing suit?” Eileen asked Kurt.

Kurt kissed her and said, “I sure do!”

“Aw, you’re sweet!” Eileen replied, then continued, “Hold me in your arms!”

Kurt wrapped his arms around Eileen and kissed her forehead. Eileen rested her head in Kurt’s chest and they stood there holding on to each other and happy as can be.

There was music playing on a loud speaker, so they slow danced in the pool for the rest of the evening.

During the course of their dancing, Eileen said, “Everyone was so mean to me at the Lion’s Club dances, so I stopped going, but maybe you can take me there and we can dance together!”

Kurt replied, “I’d love to take you. I never went to those before because I knew no one would dance with me.”

“I sure will and only with you,” Eileen said with a big smile, then continued, “You’d only dance with me, right?”

“Yes. Only you. I can’t picture myself with anyone else!”

“Yay!” Eileen said as she kissed him.

They went sit outside on the lawn chairs, holding hands and kissing until it was time for the pool to close.

So Kurt and Eileen got dressed in their respective locker rooms then went wait in the lobby for Eileen’s parents to pick her up.

They pulled up in their white mini van and Eileen introduced Kurt to them.

“You must be Kurt, I’ve heard so much about you!” Her Mom said.

Kurt blushed and nodded.

“That’s my baby girl, so I expect you to be good to her. She has been through so much already.” Her Dad added in.

Kurt looked him in the eye and said, “Of course I’ll be good to her. I know what it’s like to be mistreated also, but I think the world and the moon of Eileen!”

“That’s what I want to hear!” Her Dad answered.

“Why don’t you have dinner with us Friday Night, Kurt?” Her mother asked.

“I’d really like that!” Kurt replied.

Kurt’s Dad was walking into the lobby and he greeted both of Eileen’s parents as well as Eileen.

“You raised a fine young man!” Eileen’s Mom told Kurt’s Dad.

“Yes. We have been praying that God send someone for our daughter.” Eileen’s Dad added in.

“Well I try. Kurt is crazy about Eileen as well.”

They talked for a few more minutes until it was announced that the YMCA would be closing so they all left.

The ride home was silent but happy for Kurt.

Upon arrival he called Eileen, to which she answered, “Hey you!”

“Hey. I was just calling to say we made it home safely and to tell you good night.”

“Okay, I have to get to bed in a few minutes myself.”

“Well just know that I love you!”

“I love you too, Kurt!”

They both hung up and went to bed happier than ever…

Back to “Persecuted Affection”

Christmas Day Part One-Second Chances

My medication has worn off and I am waking up in my girlfriend’s arms.

It is Christmas Morning and she is sleeping with her head on my chest.

I give her a gentle kiss and then just lay there.

She is slowly waking up as well and she pecks me on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby!” I whisper to her.

She smiles from ear to ear and replies, “Merry Christmas,” Then puts her glasses on.

I hug her tightly. She moans and coos with happiness.

We exchange several kisses but then she says, “Okay, I have to potty now-my bladder is full and I’m about to burst!”

I let go and she walks to the bathroom.

I wait for her on the convertible sofa.

I then hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on and off.

She steps out and kisses me as she playfully says, “Did you miss me?”

I simply blush and nod. Then I kiss her in return. She hugs me and buries her face in my chest.

“Now I have to go as well!” I tell her.

“The bathroom is all yours!” She replies.

I enter the bathroom then relieve my bladder. Then I flush the toilet and wash my hands.

She is putting away the bed of the convertible sofa as I exit the bathroom.

After she is done, she motions for me to sit on the sofa with her.

We sit close to each other holding hands and looking at the Christmas tree.

“I wish I knew you existed sooner because I would have bought you a gift for Christmas,” She tells me.

“Just give me your faith, your loyalty and your affections!”

“Oh, as far as I can see you will always have those!”

“I too wish we would have met much sooner, though.”

“Yes, but we have each other now!”

“If you will always be this sweet, I can honestly say that you were worth the wait!”

“Aww. Thank you!” She says then kisses me.

I begin to play with her long reddish blonde hair, to which she giggles.

She pulls my face into her breasts, which turns me on immensely.

I begin to kiss her breasts and she then says, “If we go any further, it will be a sin.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to commit that sin because then God might punish us and cause us to split up.”

“I don’t ever want that, because you seem so perfect for me.”

“And I would rather have you by my side forever and not sin instead of having a few fleeting moments of pleasure with you and then lose you!”

“Just hearing you say those words makes me want you even more though!”

“We need to pray for an escape route. If it didn’t offend God so much, I would indeed make love to you!”


One of the room mates comes walking out of her room and asks my girlfriend, “Could you make us all some coffee?”

“Will do.”

The room mate then asks me, “We buy a coffee and chicory blend that is really famous in this city. Would you like to try some?”

“Sure,” I tell her.

“Boil some milk too!” She tells my girlfriend.

“I’ll help,” I interject.

My girlfriend gets two sauce pans and a French press coffee maker out of the cabinets.

She then tells me, “Draw some water into one of the sauce pans and pour some milk in the other.”

“Will do!” I tell her.

I turn on the kitchen tap and draw some water in the pot then I get a gallon of milk from the refrigerator and pour some milk into the other.

My girlfriend then hands me a box of matches and says, “You’ll need these to start the stove burners.”

“Okay. I think my stove is like that too. Of course this house reminds me a lot of my house.”

“I’d like to see your house if that’s all right.”

“Sure. I’d be honored for you to be my guest!”

My girlfriend coos again then kisses me.

I light the stove and put the water on a high fire and the milk on a low fire.

My girlfriend pours the coffee bean and chicory root grinds into the French press.

We stand in the kitchen, waiting for the water and milk to boil. It’s quite cold, so we cling to each other for warmth.

I gently rub her love handles and she rubs my buttocks.

We sweetly stare into each others’ eyes, lost in time.

Finally, the water is at a rolling boil and the milk is warm enough.

The other room mate is waking up.

“Could you make us all some French Toast?” She asks.

“Sure.” She pauses, then looks at me and says, “Pour the boiling water into the top of the coffee maker and lower the milk to the lowest setting possible.”

I pour the boiling water and am greeted with an amazing aroma of the coffee and chicory brewing.

“Could you go to the Lazy Susan and get some nutmeg and vanilla extract?”

“Sure thing, baby!” I tell her.

While I find those, she is getting a big bowl from the cabinets and beating some eggs in it. I had her the vanilla and nutmeg, to which she pours it into the mixture.

“One more thing, get me a cup of sugar, baby.”

“I’m on it.” I tell her.

I get some measuring spoons and pour a cup of sugar into the mixture.

She mixes it all together, then takes the old loaf of sliced bread and dunks every piece into the mixture.

Afterwards, she takes a couple pats of butter and drops them in a skillet.

She lights the middle burner of the stove and the butter melts.

Once the melted butter is sizzling, she begins to cook the pieces of bread.

Finally they are all done.

She places the French Toast on a platter.

We all sit at the table and one of the room mates says grace.

My girlfriend takes a ladle and scoops some of the hot milk into the four coffee mugs, then she pours the coffee and chicory brew into the cups.

We all serve ourselves some French Toast.

As I eat, I say, “This is amazing.”

One room mate says, “You’ve got a good woman on your hands so you need to treat her right,”

“He does,” My girlfriend says.

The other room mate adds in, “Yes he does. I heard him say how he wants her by his side forever instead of just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure. Guys like that are very rare!”

I blush and smile from ear to ear.

The first room mate says, “That’s very sweet!” She then looks at my girlfriend and says, “You have a good man, so treat him right as well!”

My girlfriend and I share a sweet kiss then go back to eating.

One of the room mates ask me, “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s awesome!” I tell her, “Never had anything like it before.”

“Well, get used to it if you’re going to live in our city!”

“I do like it here, I must admit. I knew it would be a safe haven for those with my illness but I didn’t think I would do this well!”

“You’re blessed-remember that!” My girlfriend tells me.

One room mate then says, “Why don’t y’all walk around the neighborhood and have fun together. We’re going visit our family.”

“You would show me your house!” My girlfriend says.

“Okay. I’ll do that.”

“Just remember to always be good to each other,” The other room mate says.

My girlfriend clears the table and we wash the dishes.

Then her room mates get in their car and leave.

We bundle up then go for a walk…

Back to “Second Chances”

My Standards for a Future Partner or Spouse

I’m actually writing this on the evening of my 33rd Birthday.

However, I came up with most of these standards while I was trapped in a faulty marriage.

I did have another, albeit mostly innocent, relationship after that marriage, but she called it quits on me a year and almost four months later.  By the way, she exceeded my standards by far, so I quickly fell for her and was devastated when she quit on me.

My first and biggest standard is that she have no children.  I have no children either, so I feel that is what I deserve.  Furthermore, since both of us would have no children, we can totally focus on each other!  I am open to having children some day, but I want it to be with only one woman!

My next standard is that she be a Born Again Christian of any denomination or independent/fragmented church.   If not a Christian, she would need to be at least tolerant, friendly and understanding of my Christian faith.  I would be thrilled beyond any and all imagination if she converted to Christianity by hearing or viewing The Gospel from me and more importantly seeing me live it out!  This should be my number one standard, but I know Christianity is sadly not always popular among my fellow Millennials in Western Society.

Another very important standard is that she be at least overweight or even obese (be it clinically or morbidly.)  Yes, I am exclusively attracted to plus sized and even super sized women.  This is even more true if she has a pretty face! I believe the medical term is called lipophilia.  I catch enough flak about it, from my family and my friends also get annoyed about this as well, but it is a major part of who I am.  There is something about me that causes the endorphins to surge throughout my being when I see a bigger lady.  And not only that, I feel immensely giddy!  I don’t have those reactions whenever I see skinny or muscular women, no matter how pretty their faces are.  I won’t be rude to skinny or muscular women, I’m just not attracted to them.  This dates back to when I was in Eighth Grade and a lot of plus sized girls were so good to me.  I had crushes on many of them but didn’t make it known nor did I ask them out because I was afraid of what others would think of me.  At the age of sixteen, things changed though I didn’t publicly make my size preference known until between the ages of seventeen and nineteen.  There was a time I acted like I was God’s gift to plus sized women, but now whenever I see one I feel as if I am a lowly pauper in the presence of a mighty queen!  The ironic part is that I can talk to a skinny or muscular woman and be totally cool calm and collected.  However, if I am talking to a plus sized or super sized woman, I become awfully bashful and nervously cute because of the giddiness I feel.  Almost all of the love stories I have recently written in some way shape or form entail a plus sized lady who is absolutely adored and revered by her man!

Yet, another standard I have pertains to age.  I have gotten stricter on this standard because I realize that a partner or spouse must needs have at least some things in common.  Therefore she has to have been born between January 1, 1980 and December 31, 1994.  I wouldn’t have anything in common with those who are older or younger.  My standard on this used to be someone born between January 1, 1978 and September 10, 1996, but I soon realized I needed to revise that.  Usually those that are older than me and up to three years younger than me don’t pay much attention to me anyway, because they all want older men than me.

It would be perfectly fine for her to take medication under a physician’s care or even drink alcohol, but using any tobacco, vape, marijuana or any illegal drugs is a total deal breaker for me.

This next standard is painfully awkward, but unfortunately I do need to say it, especially in this day and age:  I cannot and will not demand that she is a virgin, because I’m obviously not and that would be pure hypocrisy on my part.  However, I would still date or marry a virgin, if she indeed wanted me, simply because they have shown interest in me in the past and they have treated me well.  For the record, I would treat her with a great deal of reverence.  I cannot and will not count rape or molestation against a future partner and would still date or marry someone who has been a victim of such egregious crimes provided she gets the help she needs and doesn’t take her anger out on me.  I promise I would treat her too with a lot of reverence and gentleness.  Ideally, though, I would want to date and ultimately marry someone who has a past that is the equivalent of mine, of which I would also treat her with reverence and not only that, there would be a mutual understanding between us!  However, I will not date or marry a whore, that is someone who has willful and consensual sex with multiple partners, especially for money or favors but even just for fun.  I frankly do not care how awesome she is in bed, because I have my health and my dignity at stake.  Furthermore, as wrong as this may seem I would feel no reverence towards towards a whore or even a former whore and I want to date and marry someone I feel reverence towards!

I don’t want to date someone who is married or even in a relationship!  Unless, of course, the relationship she is in was very abusive or unfaithful and she wants out for good.  However, I will date someone that is in the process of a divorce or has a finalized divorce.  I too am a divorcee!  Of course I would also date someone who is totally single!

The above are all the standards I have that are absolute.

The following are totally negotiable standards:

I do not like sports.  In fact I hate most sports.  I don’t want to be with a woman who is into sports and watches them for hours or day on end and shuts me out while doing so!  I suffered through that enough in that faulty marriage I was in and I don’t want to repeat it again.  Ideally, it would be so awesome if I could find a woman who hates sports as much as I do, but that might be asking a lot.

Technically I am disabled.  Therefore I would rather be with a woman who is also disabled, if at all possible.  She could be either mentally or physically disabled (within reason), as long as she has a good heart, I could fall for her!  I find we could better relate better to each other and would also have a solid understanding of each other.  However, I would date or even marry a woman who is able and employed, though, and I would be totally supportive of her career in any way I can be.  I just don’t think such a woman would stay with me for very long.

Politically, I can best describe myself as a Moderate.  I know am sometimes quite liberal because I believe in safety nets for those who need them I believe that affordable healthcare should be accessible to everyone and I firmly believe something needs to be done about the unbearably high cost of housing but other times I am very conservative because I believe in religious liberties, I believe the government needs to butt out of our lives most of the time and I firmly believe in gun rights.  I would want to marry someone who is like me politically but I get that finding such a woman will be durn near impossible!

Are these too unreasonable for me?  I think not!  If they are indeed unreasonable, I’d rather be single!









Flashlight Solidarity Fashion

If you, the reader, don’t know this about me already, I have spent and still spend extensive time reading about any and all subjects pertaining to flashlights.

I will say that EDC in its modern form began in 1984 with the launch of The Mini Maglite personal sized flashlight.

Ever since then, those who carry flashlights almost always will carry a rugged, compact metal flashlight of some sort.

However, people have been carrying flashlights almost since their initial invention in 1899.

Industrial Grade Flashlights as we know them can be traced back to the 1940s.

From that point on, but especially between the 1960s and the 1980s or 1990s, tradespeople and laborers, especially those in the transportation sector usually carried a 2 D sized Heavy Duty Industrial Grade Flashlight. They would tuck it away usually in their right back pants pocket, with the face protruding upwards.

I first read about this practice in the Summer of 2010.

During this time, I was employed as a grocer.

Now don’t get me wrong, I do like grocery work and I am considerably good at it.

However, I worked for a God awful grocery company and the work environment was very spirit crushing.

We were stripped of any and all dignity as much as legally possible.

We also were forced to wear humiliating uniforms.

As you, the reader, probably already know, I have a special fondness for flashlights.

My entire disability pension at the time and then some was eaten up by my rent and I was working part time at $8 an hour.

Needless to say I had very little spending money.

Industrial Grade flashlights, especially the incandescent models are pretty cheap and at the time they were the only flashlights I could afford to splurge myself with.

So, I would buy them whenever I had a few extra dollars to my name.

When I would buy one, I would do as much reading about it as possible. This is how I kept myself amused during my off hours.

I didn’t have much spending money to eat out or do anything else, so my then wife now ex wife would watch television and I would read online.

Cable TV and Internet maintained the sanity that was many times just hanging on by just a thread.

Not only did it maintain the little sanity we had, it served as a window to the outside world because we had a very basic phone plan with very limited minutes.

Actually we went completely without a phone altogether for a month or two, but kept in touch with friends and family via the Internet.

We always had food on the table (without any SNAP benefits by the way) and I just thank God that I didn’t get her pregnant!

If the ultimate failure of my marriage can be boiled down to anything it, was these two factors:
A spouse whose personality was permanently altered for the worse due to fluid buildup on her brain a few months after us exchanging our marital vows.
A miserable and demanding job during the honeymoon phase of that marriage.

I know I would be married to her for a little over eight years and honestly that was me trying to honor my God.

Things did slightly improve when I worked enough quarters so my disability pension was bumped up in January of 2011.

After my hours were drastically cut and I was demoted for no reason; I quit without warning in September of 2011. I have not been employed since.

My disability pension was bumped up again to in January of 2012 for working a few more quarters.

There have also been cost of living adjustments, since then, and I humbly but joyfully thank my God for it!

Okay, I think I’ve got my point across on how real my struggles once were!

I needed to get that off my chest and this is good therapy for starting a new year and a new decade off fresh!

So, as I mentioned before the work environment at this grocery company was very spirit crushing.

When I first started there, I attempted to clip my portable scanner radio to my back pocket, just so I could have entertainment during the break periods.

The managers who wanted to suck any and all joy possible out of working for their company swiftly reacted and equally swiftly denied me the privilege of having my scanner on me.

Just for the record I never had it turned on while I was on the clock, just during break time.

So months later, I after learning how working people of previous decades carried a flashlight in their back pockets, I began to do so as well.

Most of the time I had a cheaper tactical model in my front pocket as well.

I was met with lots of positive reactions from my coworkers and only by the Grace of God, management never tried to stop me. These positive reactions from coworkers were the beginning of me being accepted for liking flashlights as opposed to being harassed, as in primary and some of secondary school.

I finally had a way to express my individuality and at the same time have a comfort item on me, which made the extremely toxic work environment a little more bearable.

I know some of you may think I was being smug and rebellious and possibly to a degree I was.

However, while I am not condoning my rebellion if any, let me just say that it was a reaction to oppression but more than that it was simply a desire to have a comfort item with me during a very uncomfortable time.

As a Christian, I do feel convicted as I am writing this because The Bible clearly instructs Christian employees to do their work as if they were doing it for God. There were times I did fail to do this.

However, the Bible is very harsh on oppressive employers and oppression in general as well!


I’m no expert on fashion at all.

But, I’ve considered trying to start a fashion trend, though I highly question whether or not I will have any success.

However, what if we could invent this dress style which would entail a white tee shirt, a newsboy hat of some sort, then either black, brown or khaki work pants, some sturdy but casual shoes or work boots and the crowning point either a vintage or a current Industrial Grade Heavy Duty 2 D Cell sized flashlight to be carried in the right back pocket, head protruding up! It could be to identify with and support the working class. I could see hipsters possibly doing this and maybe, just maybe, it could catch on to other groups of people.

While I am no longer a member of the working class, at one point I was simply mentally disabled, though high functioning, but now I am also physically disabled due to a back injury.  I am still and always will be a Millennial.

And many of my fellow Millennials are heavily oppressed by the workforce with no foreseeable relief from this oppression.

Maybe it could be worn on the job, at least the flashlight portion, to show solidarity with other workers from now and previous times.

And for those that already carry flashlights anyway, still carry your main flashlight on you, but have one of these aforementioned flashlights in your back pocket.

For those in hazardous environments, there are quite a few models that are approved for your job-the idea is to carry them in your right back pocket!

Flashlights give off light, which chases away darkness and exposes everything good and bad. We can use the flashlights as a symbol of chasing away the darkness of oppression that workers face even with all the rights they are supposedly guaranteed. We can also see them as the symbol of exposing the good intentions of the workers trying to support themselves and their loved ones and exposing the dirty dealings going on that cheat these workers out of so much.

I’m not trying to align with one political party or another, because they both have failed us, miserably.

This doesn’t have to be totally political anyway, it could just be an innocent fad started by someone who is fond of flashlights!

Christmas Eve Part Two-Second Chances

The house that my girlfriend and her room mates live in is a lot like mine. It must have been built around the same time.

I knock on the door and am greeted by one of my girlfriend’s room mates. It is the one who set us up.

“Come in,” She says.

I push my shopping cart loaded with cherry cordial and RC Cola, into the house, as I tell her, “This is for all of you from me.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you,” She says.

“My pleasure,” I reply.

The other room mate comes into the living room and says, “Our room mate is crazy about you, just so you know, so I hope you only have good intentions with her. She’s had her heart broken before, so you better treat her right and not hurt her!”

“I’m crazy about her, as well, actually and I myself have been hurt before, so I will make it my utmost effort to treat her with reverence and love!”

“We’re holding you to that statement!”

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s using the toilet right now but she’ll be out shortly. Just make yourself comfortable.”

I sit on the sofa. The television and cable box are tuned to the Music Choice Channel that plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other room mates prepare the food.

Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush. Then I hear the sink turn on and off.

My girlfriend then walks into the living room and sweetly greets me wearing a knee length red dress, long white socks and brown buckle shoes as she says, “Sorry I wasn’t there to let you in but I had to potty real badly.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I tell her.

We then share a sweet kiss.

“Is that us sealing our pact?” She asks.

I reply, “No that was just a greeting.”

I kiss her even more strongly and sweetly, then say, “This is us sealing our pact!”

She then hugs me really tightly and I gently rub her love handles.

We then sit on the sofa together and I pull the weather radio out of my shopping car, then say, “I wanted to give you and your room mates this, so y’all can be alerted to bad weather. I can set it up for you if you want.”

She looks at it and then says, “Cool that was really sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two room mates walk into the living room and she holds up the Weather Radio still in its package and says, “Look what my boyfriend got us!”

“Neat. That will come in handy during the spring and summer,” One room mate says.

The other one tells me girlfriend, “Since you stay in the living room, you can put it on the table next to your convertible sofa and if there is a tornado in the middle of the night, it will wake you up, then you can come get us and we can all go inside the hall closet.”

I then interject and say, “It also has a compartment for backup batteries, so y’all can take it in the closet and listen for progress of the bad weather. I have one set up in my house,”

“Do you own or rent?”

“I own. I have to pay a mortgage for the next thirty years, but at least it’s mine,”

“Cool we’re cousins and our family owns this house. We both work and we can easily commute to our jobs from here so that’s why we stay here. We met your girlfriend at church and we let her stay with us.”

“I help out with the utilities whenever I get my disability check and I keep it clean,” My girlfriend adds in.

One of the room mates says, “She’s very sweet, you’ve got a good woman on your hands!”

The other one answers, “He seems like a keeper though and they do make a cute couple!”

“Thanks for the kind words. I could really use some encouragement,” I tell them.

“Is something bothering you?” My girlfriend asks.

“We can talk about it later, because we’re having a good time and I don’t want to ruin that, but my next door neighbor is making trouble with me,” I tell her.

“I won’t mind if we talk about it now, besides we made a pact, so let me help you!”

“Okay, here goes: my next door neighbor has been stalking and harassing me ever since I moved in the other day. He watched me make groceries at Melinda’s and then pay for them with my EBT card. As I was walking in my yard, he commented that his taxes paid for my groceries and that I was a lazy mooch,”

One of the room mates then said, “You have a medical condition and you need help, so don’t feel bad, in fact take advantage of it. Our friend also has a medical condition and Lord knows she deserves all the help she can get.”

The other room mate continues, “You probably don’t get enough from disability to buy much food, so you do indeed need food stamps.”

“It gets worse though, he was harassing me again today and threatened to report me to the government because he thinks I am faking my disability,”

My girlfriend says, “He thinks you’re faking it because your medicine obviously works very well, but those in the government know how you would be if you didn’t have that medicine, and they know how that medicine hinders any significant amount of work, so they won’t cut your benefits. But just to be on the safe side, we can all pray for you!”

I hug my girlfriend to which she begins to play with my hair, then I say, “Thank you. I do feel better now!”

She kisses me, then says, “Of course. You know we made a pact though and I can be a handful at times too!”

“And I promise to try my durn well best to comfort you when you have an episode. You wouldn’t break up with me during an episode though?”

“No. I would never break up with you! I know a good man when I see one and the only way you could lose me is if I died or you became abusive.”

“Well, I was abused in all kinds of ways by my ex wife, yes it happens to men as well, so I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I would only hit someone if my life or the life of someone I care about were in danger.”

One of the room mates then say, “She was sexually and physically assaulted by an illegal Mexican immigrant and that is why she is like she is.”

“The other one adds in, “But she is really sweet in spite of all that and as long as you are good to her, she will make you her king.”

“I know she told me this the other night. And just for the record I want her to be my queen! She knows this already, but if it makes y’all feel better, my abusive ex wife is also a Mexican!”

“Most people our age can’t stand Trump and maybe it’s because he is a disgusting individual, but at least he has a backbone and tries to do what’s best for the country,” One room mate says.

“Yes and he knows the Mexicans are a threat to our safety and security, not to mention they suck up resources that y’all need desperately, so he tries to keep them out of this country,” She pauses then says, “We’re both nurses so we see all of the people that are physically harmed by the Mexicans.”

My girlfriend then says, “I’m afraid of the Mexicans, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Christmas which is about Christ coming into this world to save us from our sins and Christ wants to save the Mexicans as much as He saved all of us! We all need a savior in His eyes!”

I feel convicted over what my girlfriend just said, but I say, “You’re so right baby, Jesus Christ is the reason for Christmas, and I must say you have a very Christlike spirit!”

“You do too and that is the main reason why I must confess that I am falling for you. I hope you feel the same way.”

I look into her puppy dog eyes then I tell her with a kiss, “I most certainly do feel the same way my only regret is that we didn’t meet much sooner!”

She steals a kiss. Then she plants several kisses all over my face.

“Y’all are so sweet!” One room mate says.

“And cute too!” The other one adds in.

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing the dinner.

My girlfriend and I snuggle together on the sofa. She rests her head on my chest and I plant several kisses on her.

Time goes by quickly and then the dinner is served.

Happily we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two room mates then go off to bed.

I look at my watch. It is now near midnight and snowing outside.

“You don’t have to go home, you can snuggle with me all night long. I’d hate for you to walk home in the snow.”

“I’d like to stay, but I do revere you and our relationship.”

“Then be reverent and snuggle with me all night long. I won’t make you do anything sinful, although, I definitely want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on like you do!” I pause then continue, “But I want The Lord to bless our relationship,”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have any privacy to do anything sinful, but you can still snuggle with me throughout the night. In fact, I’d really like that!”

“Very well, I’ll stay!”

I take my medicine with a sip of RC Cola and a few green beans from the casserole.

She begins to kiss me passionately.

We roll out the bed then get under the covers and snuggle all night long.

She sleeps partially on top of me and wraps her legs around me.

It is the happiest night I’ve had in a very long time…

Back to “Second Chances”

Christmas Eve Part One-Second Chances

It’s Christmas Eve Morning and I am waking up on my living room sofa.

I look my Casio wristwatch and it indicates that it is 10:59 in the morning.

My smartphone is charging on the nightstand next to my sofa.

I unplug it, then I give my newly found girlfriend a call.

It rings once, then I hear her answer, “Hey you!”

“Hey,” I reply.

“I’m glad you called,”

“Of course. How could I forget,”

She then giggles happily.

I continue, “I just wanted to touch base with you because I am just waking up.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” She pauses and then continues, “Are you doing anything this evening?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything.”

“Then maybe you could come to me and my two room mates’ house and have dinner.”

“I’d really like that!”

“You would?”

“Of course. It means I get to visit a beautiful young lady!” I pause, then continue, “Now which beautiful young lady am I talking about?”

“ME!” She replies with a happiness in her voice.

“That’s right and don’t ever forget it”! I tell her.

“You just made my heart flutter!”

“And you make my life so bright!”

“I wish we would have met a lot sooner!”

“So do I!” I pause then ask her, “Is there anything I could bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything but you’re handsome self.”

“But I have an ulterior motive-I want to stay on your two room mates’ good side because I want out relationship to work as smoothly as possible and there be no drama.”

“Aw, you’re so thoughtful! If you want then, you could bring some Cherry Cordials and a couple two liter bottles of RC Cola, then. We all drink RC Cola like crazy and we’ve been craving some Cherry Cordials!”

“Consider it done, then!”


“What were you doing when I called?”

“I was getting ready to take a bath.”

“I’ll be doing that too so I can get ready for the day.”

“Where are you going to buy the candy and soft drink for tonight?”

“I was going to go to Melinda’s.”

“I know you’re on a fixed income, so maybe you could go to The Dollar General instead where they will be cheaper,”

“You mean The Ruble General!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. That’s a joke I made up year ago. The Ruble was the official currency of The Soviet Union and I always say that shopping at The Dollar General is like shopping in The Soviet Union because of the long lines and product shortages.”

“Oh. Now I get it. You’re so smart and funny!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you think so!” I pause then ask, “Do you know where one is?”

“Just across the train tracks. RC Cola is on sale for 2 liters for 85 cents and the Cherry Cordials might be on clearance by now.”

“I might see some trains then. I think trains are so cool!”

“You’re going to like it in this city-there are plenty of trains!”

“There’s a much more important reason why I like this city, though!”

“What is it?”

“Because you live here!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“You’re so cute when you blush! Well you’re always cute!”

“I wish I was there to kiss you!”

“I would definitely kiss you in return!”

“I know you would and I feel so happy!”

“I hope I’ll always make you happy!”

“Just always be as sweet as you are and just be patient with me even on my bad days and you will always make me happy!”

“I have bad days too, so I could somewhat relate to you, so I’ll be patient with you. Please be patient with me as well!”

“Then let’s make a pact: We will always be patient and understanding with each other, especially our mental issues!”

“Agreed! And I wish I was there to seal that pact with a kiss!”

“Aw well you may kiss me as soo as you see me this evening!” She pauses then says, “Not may, but must! You must kiss me!”

“I’d be honored to! Speaking of that, what time should I cross over?”

“Five PM is fine.”

“I’ll be there!”

“Yay! Now, we both need to bathe to get ready for the day, but I cannot wait to see you this evening!”

“As do I! Now you go enjoy your bath!”

“You too.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye baby!”

We then hang up.

I go into my bathroom and open the valve on my wall heater, then strike a match and light it.

I then draw some hot water and sit down in the tub.

I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo then I wash my body with Dial soap.

It’s nice and warm so I relax for a while.

I feel my face and, even though I look clean shaven there is still a slight amount of facial hair, so I shave.

Afterwards, I rub some conditioner on my face and dry off.

I go into my bedroom and put on some black dress pants and a white tee shirt. Then I put on my belt socks shoes and an Evergreen Oxford shirt.

I sit on my bed then check my bank account on my smartphone.

There is $35.66 left in my account.

I know what I’ll do: I’ll go to Melinda’s and buy a Weather Radio for my girlfriend and her two room mates as a house warming present. Then I will buy the candy and soft drinks from The Dollar General.

I put my jacket on then I walk out of my front door, locking it behind me. Then I walk down my steps, across my front yard, out of the gate to my cyclone fence and off to Melinda’s.

My neighbor is angrily staring at me the entire time, but I manage to ignore him.

I make it to Melinda’s and I go to the housewares section.

I look feverishly for the Weather Radios but I don’t see any.

A clerk is passing by on skates, so I ask him, “What happened to all your Weather Radios?”

“Check the clearance bin,” He replies.

“Will do.”

So I walk to the clearance bin in the fron of the store. There is one Midland WR-120EZ marked down to $5 from $29.99. I’m thrilled. I pick it up then get in line to check out.

Finally it is my turn.

The young cashier scans my Weather Radio and I tell her, “Tell your boss that I say thank you for such an awesome deal! This will make a good gift for my girlfriend and her room mates.”

She smiles and says, “Well we’re glad you found it!” T

She tells me my total then I pay with my debit card.

I’m approved then a receipt is printed out.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No thank you.”

She hands me my receipt, then I say, “Thank you also for working on Christmas Eve and I want you to have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you and yours!”

I leave Melinda’s and walk back home.

My neighbor is picking up pecans from his pecan tree when he sees me with the Weather Radio in its package.

“What junk did you buy with my tax money?”

“A gift for my girlfriend.”

“You don’t deserve a girlfriend.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It should be my business because you and her are going to make a baby and then the government is going to pay for it.”

“I’m going inside because I won’t dignify that with a response.”

“Because you know I am right.”

I up my steps, unlock my door and enter then lock it behind me.

I place the Weather Radio on my sofa, then I go to my utility room and get my personal shopping cart and push it through my living room then out of the front door, which I lock.

Then I guide it down my steps, across my front yard then out of my gate and along the sidewalk to The Dollar General.

I head east.

My neighbor asks me, “Where are you going now?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask him.

“If you live off the government you should have to give an account for all that you do and everywhere you go,”

“Well thank God you’re not in power,”

“I served my country though and I think you owe me some respect,”

“Yeah from what I hear you served your country to avoid jail time!”

“If you disrespect me again, I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,”

“You lay one hand on me and I will press charges. Now if you want to be such a jerk, don’t talk to me again!”

“You’re just a spoiled, entitled snowflake brat and I question whether or not you’re really disabled. You just need to be horsewhipped in my opinion and I should report you to the government.”

“You’re harassing and threatening a mentally disabled person and if you don’t stop, I’m calling the cops!” I tell him as I pull out my smartphone.

“You may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war,” He says, then goes inside.

I make my long walk to The Dollar General, thinking about how I could lose my benefits if the wrong people in the government believe my neighbor.

The anxiety compels me to walk, so I walk hard making it to The Dollar General in record time.

I buy five boxes of Cherry Cordials and five two Liter bottles of RC Cola and pay for my items then go back home, making it back in record time.

I enter my gate, then cut across my front yard and up my steps. I unlock my front door and enter locking it behind me.

Then I sit at my computer and write for my blog until its almost 5 PM.

I then place all my purchases in my shopping cart, then I grab my EDC back and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

Afterwards, I cut across my front yard then out of my gate and walk to my girlfriend and her room mates’ house, arriving there at 5 PM sharp…

Back to “Second Chances”

How I Met Her-Second Chances

I take a bath and wash then condition my hair. Afterwards, I wash my body with my favorite Dial Soap.

After I am all clean, I put on some Old Spice deodorant and then make my face clean shaven.

I’m told I look much younger than my age, but my looks don’t get me very far, unfortunately.

My Weather Radio in my kitchen goes off, alerting me to a freeze warning. So, I go to my bathtub and slightly crack open both faucets.

Then I get my Bible from my EDC backpack and read until I get a text that the couple I met was in front of my house.

I put my Bible back in my EDC backpack, then sling it on my shoulders and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

The couple is waiting in a brand new van.

I get in on the right rear passenger side, close the door behind me, buckle my seat-belt and place my backpack between my feet.

“So how you’re liking the neighborhood?” The man asks me.

“Honestly, I think y’all are wonderful. I like my house. Melinda’s and The Corner Store are pretty awesome, but my only complaint is my neighbor.”

“What did he do now?” The lady asks me.

He watched me check out while I was making groceries, then he followed me home and was making comments on how I was using food stamps.” I pause then continue, “I’m schizophrenic, okay. And because of that, I get a disability pension as well as my medical needs met and some nutritional assistance. My neighbor was harassing me about that and accused me of sitting on my butt and he called me a lazy moocher.”

“You know, we’re both mental health counselors,” The man said then continued, “And we know the struggle you go through, so don’t beat yourself up.”

The lady then adds in, “I thank God that you get the help you need!”

“I do too, believe me!” I answer.

“That man is just a jerk, but if he keeps harassing you, just call the cops. This city has always been a safe haven for mental patients and many of them not only survive here but they thrive here,” The man says.

“What will everyone at church think of my mental shortcomings?” I ask.

“They will realize that we are all sinners and we all have fallen bodies,” The man answers.

“There are others in the church besides you who are mental patients, so you’ll fit in nicely,” The lady adds in.

Soon we arrive at the church just as it begins to snow.

“I know the perfect Bible class to put you in,” The man says.

“Honey, is it the special needs class?” The lady asks.

“It sure is,” He answers.

I take my backpack and I am taken to the classroom.

There is the teacher, an older gentleman.

Then there is a younger couple.

Finally a young lady sitting all by herself. She has long reddish blonde hair, a pretty face, glasses, and she is pleasantly plump. I’m instantly attracted to her!

She smiles from ear to ear at me and motions for me to sit next to her. I feel very giddy.

The teacher asks me to introduce myself to the class, so I tell them how I just bought a house in this city and my neighbors invited me to church. I told them I was from out of town, but like it here except for my neighbor.

The three students introduce themselves to me.

The teacher then asks, “Do we have any prayer requests?”

The young lady whom I am attracted to says, “Unspoken.”

I then say, “Just that God protect me from my neighbor.”

The young man from the young couple says, “Our marriage.”

His wife says, “Yes, we need it.”

We all bow our heads as the teacher leads in prayer, then begins teaching.

We soon get off the subject and begin to talk about marriage and relationships.

The young man says how women shouldn’t be so bossy.

To which his wife replies how men should be more considerate.

“What is your take on this?” The teacher asks me.

“Well,” I reply, “I’ve had some failed relationships in my past, but if I had a good woman in my life, I would definitely love her and revere her tremendously. If we all can remember to be like that with our significant others, treat them with love and reverence, that is, then marriage would be a lot easier and much more pleasant!”

The young lady whom I am attracted to smiles at me from ear to ear, until the teacher asks her, “And what is your take?”

“I think what this he just said is very true and I agree with him totally!”

I begin to blush.

So does she.

We then bashfully smile at each other.

“That’s very profound,” The teacher says, then continues, “I think you will make an excellent contribution to this class if you decide to continue coming here.”

“Thank you, sir!” I tell the teacher.

Suddenly, the power goes out and the room becomes dark.

“Must be the snow, you know the grid down here can’t handle it,” The teacher says.

I reach into my backpack for my Streamlight Jr. tactical flashlight and I light up the classroom.

The young lady whom I am attracted to smiles even more at me.

“I like to be prepared for anything,” I tell the class.

The young lady giggles.

The young man from the couple says, “You’re definitely going to fit in here!”

His wife adds in, “Yes, I hope you decide to join,”

“I think I will,” I tell the class.

I can see the young lady beaming from ear to ear by the light of my flashlight.

We sit in the dark as the couple continues discussing their problems, but the young lady and I are staring at each other with increasing affection.

Then the power comes back on, just as the lesson concludes.

We then go into the fellowship hall to have our meal.

Because the power had gone out, they all took pizzas from the freezer and began to bake them.

I sit at a table and wait for the food to be served.

Suddenly another young lady comes up to me and says, “My room mate likes you and she says she wants to get to know you!”

“Who is your room mate?” She points across the room to the young lady whom I am attracted to.

As I look at her, she waves at me.

“What do you think?” The other young lady asks me.

“To tell the truth, I think she is beautiful and I like her as well. We just had class together.”

“Aw, that is so sweet. She is going to be so happy and I cannot wait to tell her. Please don’t break her heart though, she has been hurt before.”

“So have I, so I promise to treat her right, wherever this may go.”

“Awesome! I’ll go tell her.”

“Also tell her to come sit with me, that is if she wants to.”

“I think she would love to!”

I watch her tell the young lady and how she smiles with excitement as she hears.

Now she is coming over to sit with me. I feel so giddy.

She sits at the table next to me.

At first there is an awkward silence but then she asks, “Do you really like me?”

“I sure do!”

“And you really do think I am beautiful?”

I look into her eyes and say, “Most definitely!”

“Even though I am overweight?”

I hold her hands and then say, “May I confess something to you and please try not to hold it against me?”

“Sure,” She says with a heavy heart.

“I think plus sized women are God’s most beautiful creatures!”

I then blush afterwards, but she giggles.

“You’re quite handsome yourself, you know!” She tells me.

“I have to tell you two things and you may not want me after hearing them,”

“Try me,” She says.

“Okay first of all I am mentally disabled. I am schizophrenic but it is well controlled with medication, though,” I humbly tell her.

“That’s okay, I am mentally disabled too. I have PTSD.”

“And the other thing, I was married before, to a Mexican woman who treated me terribly. Then I was in a relationship with another woman who led me on, just to dump me a little over a year later. I only slept with my ex wife though.”

“That’s no big deal, when I was fifteen I was molested by an illegal immigrant from Mexico, hence the PTSD and my weight gain. I’ve talked to many other young men, but they always give up on me before doing anything with me because I don’t put out, so you can kind of say, I only slept with one person too, though it wasn’t by choice.”

“We both have a past, but I guess it makes us stronger.”

“Do you still want me, now that you know this?”

“Of course. I hope you still want me as well.”

“Sure do!”

“You’re at least twenty-five right? I know age shouldn’t matter, but I would rather not date anyone under twenty-five, although I could easily make an exception for you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m twenty-five-going-on twenty-six. But how old are you?”

“Thirty-two-going-on-thirty-three. I hope I’m not too old for you.”

“Nope, you’re perfect-seven is a number of perfection and we have a seven year age difference!”

“Wow, you really are wonderful!”

“Thanks! You’re making me blush though!”

“I know but it’s so cute!”

“Do you really mean what you say about treating a significant other with love and reverence?”

“Yes, I am serious as a heart attack and honest as a robin about that!”

“Awesome, do you think you could feel that way towards me?”

“I sure could, and more than anyone else I ever met!”

“Wow! Where have you been all my life?”

“In another town, unfortunately.”

“Do you want to know what my unspoken prayer was?”


“Well, first let me say that I thought you were very cute, the moment I saw you walk in that classroom, so I liked you ever since then, but my unspoken prayer was that you would somehow like me too!”

I then hug her tightly. She steals a kiss.

Then she says, “Sorry, but I’m crazy about you!”

“Nothing to be sorry for, I feel the same way!”

“So, are we a couple?”

“If you want to be we are!”

“Then, yes, we are!”

“Finally, I think I have found someone wonderful!”

“I’m so happy, it’s as if all my prayers and the prayers of several people at this church have been answered!”

“Mine have been too. I used to meditate on the perfect lady for me and you fit the description exactly!”

She kisses me again.

We then exchange phone numbers and addresses.

It turns out we live in walking distance from each other.

Our pizza is then served and we happily eat.

We spend the rest of the fellowship time holding hands and falling more and more for each other.

“Are you able to drive?” She asks.

“I have my license, but I no longer have my car. I’m more focused on paying for my house.”

“That’s fine. We can walk to each other. I never got my license though.”

“If I ever, get a car, I can teach you how to drive.”

“That would be awesome!”

All too quickly the fellowship time is over.

We share a hug and a kiss, then she says, “Call me when you get home and call me when you wake up tomorrow!”

“Of course I will!”

“Yay!” She says.

She then gets in the car with her room mates and I get in the van with the couple who invited me to church.

“Seems like there was strong chemistry between you and her tonight,” The man says.

“There sure was,” I reply.

“She has a very good heart, but sometimes she has some mental issues. But if you’re patient and understanding with her, she will love you like there is no tomorrow!” The lady says.

“I can somewhat relate because she and I have plenty in common,”

“God definitely put y’all together, I can see that!” The man adds in.

“I think so too!” I say.

Soon we are in front of my house.

“We will pick you up Sunday Morning.” The lady says.

“Sure thing,” I reply.

I then get out of their van and close the door. Afterwards, I enter the gate of my cyclone fence, walk across my front yard up the steps then I unlock and enter my front door.

I sit on the sofa and call my girlfriend.

“Hey, you!” She answers.

“I was calling to let you know I safely arrived at home and I need to take my medicine.”

“Awesome, I’m glad you’re safe. We’re walking across the front yard now and I need to take my medicine too!”

“Mine medicine makes me sleepy, what about yours?”

“Yes, mine does too.”

“Well then, we both need our rest, but how I long to be able to hug you tightly and sweetly give you a good night kiss! I must also confess that I wish I could cuddle you in my arms throughout the night as well! But my prayer is for God to look after both of us until we see each other again and I equally pray for our peaceful slumber!”

“Aw, that’s so beautiful and, yes, I have those desires as well!”

“Then if you want we can exchange these words every night!”

“I would love that! I can tell you’re going to make me very happy!”

“And you make me happy as well!”


“Now we both need to take our medicine, so let’s hang up and take it!”

“Okay, I cannot wait for you to call me tomorrow,”

“I promise you, I will as soon as I wake up. Please don’t ever think that I am going to ghost you!”

“I know you won’t”

“Just making sure!”

“You’re so sweet!”

“And so are you!”

“Okay, good night!”

“Good night!”

I take my medicine and then soon fall asleep happier than I’ve ever been!…

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