I have never been a parent, but I can imagine from what I have observed that this role comes with great responsibility and pressure. For Andrew's parents that responsibility caused them to feel that finding a good Christian girl to fix their son was part of their parenting duties. This involvement in their son's life led to the awkward moment I wrote about a few weeks ago where Andrew showed up at Bible study on a Thursday night to check out the girl his parents had picked for him. I realized recently that I never provided the conclusion to this story, and so lest you miss out on my exciting life in ministry; here is the rest of that story.
When Andrew walked into Bible Study a few weeks ago, I was quite in shock. I mean for starters it seemed pretty forward to me that parents would bring their son to Bible study for the sole purpose of meeting a girl they themselves had met briefly. I think what shocked me more was that this 24-year-old boy thought it was a great idea to go to Bible study to meet the girl his parents thought would be perfect for him. I’m pretty sure if my parents made a suggestion along those lines to me, I’d run for the hills. I’ve seen my dad’s picks for me in the past; hello Amish farmers with the personality of a shoe string (nothing against the Amish; or my dad’s taste). Then again, maybe this is how things are done in this strange country called America.
After a very brief introduction to Andrew, and Mama Morton telling me I could in no way escape to my room (she was quite enjoying the situation), I proceeded to politely avoid Andrew for the rest of the evening. I breathed a sigh of relief when his family left and figured that was the end of Andrew.
Unfortunately things in life do not always go according to what seems to make sense. Two weeks later Thursday evening Bible study rolls around, and so does...you guessed it...Andrew. Equipped with black sunglasses and a diamond stud in one ear he sauntered through the door. Now maybe I am a little harsh, but to me wearing your sunglasses in someone’s house after the sun has long gone down is...well, weird. I mean, it is dark outside, unless you’ve gone blind in the past two weeks, I am pretty sure you look out of place and the cool vibe you were probably going for is not really working.
As Bible study ended I busied myself with serving the guests until Andrew cornered me and said “I’ve been waiting to talk to you for two weeks” (insert gagging on my part). I said “Oh”, and awkwardly tried to move on and offer some more refreshments to the rest of the attendees. Apparently my subtle clues were too subtle. After a few awkward conversations that were interrupted many times by the different people there, he managed to give me his number before he left. While I was putting dishes in the dishwasher he said, and I quote “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything to earn dinner with me.” I wasn’t really sure how to take that...and I wasn’t about to ask for an explanation.
As soon as everyone had left I sent him a text message to say that I wanted him to know that I had a boyfriend and I wasn’t looking for anything. He texted me back to say “Don’t worry doll, I think you’re really nice and I would love to hang out with you either way.” I’m pretty sure that means he doesn’t care that I have a boyfriend, but I never bothered to find out. Other than a few random text messages since that night, I have yet to see or hear from Andrew, and I’m definitely not complaining.
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