1:21 p.m. - April 04, 2004
I suspect it's because Ryan II's good-looking. Fleas to a dog. Oops. Bees to a flower. Whatever. I'm jaded right now being the Ugly One who doesn't warrant a get-to-know-you until paired with Someone Who Counts. If someone hadn't already written the book How to Date Above Your League that would be my next research interest. So all this time - and this has been my church for years - I've been invisible, right, and then as we're chatting after church they're both insistent on phone numbers or email, about going out to lunch. I wasn't particularly forthcoming about my contact info (quelle surprise, oui?) and they mentioned the church directory; Ryan II said it was just a mailbox and that I live on _____ and one - names would be good here, eh? - doesn't live too far away. Right around the corner, one block down. No plans made and Ryan II's not coming back with me in the near future. It's decided.
I would like to know some gay Christians who share my theological background and convictions. I'm hesitant to be excited over this because what if they're at church just for the singing or the food?
The driveway looks nice, finishing touches come tomorrow. Plumbing restored. Excellent reason not to allow people to park on the driveway. All is well.