Here’s a little bit more about me – where would we go on dates

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Yes these questions are for  fictional people and for their development and whatever, but it’s actually pretty relevant to real people and their relationships with others. Whether it be family, friends, significant others, or their dogs. How well you know a person can be determined by the little things that don’t seem as important.

But at the same time it’s the big things too.

Where am I going with this?

For whatever reason, I’m suddenly thinking about relationships and those that I generally have with people. Haven’t yet narrowed it down to those relationships with potential boyfriends, potential fiancés, potential he’s-stuck-with-me-forever-and-doing-it-voluntarily-ohmuhgawd-wow! But I’m getting there. Why now, I dunno.

But considering the title of this blog, (and being aware this this isn’t necessarily the way I wanted this blog to go) let’s just run with it. I’m bound to find out some socially questionable event in my country for a later blog.

So assuming that the proposer is planning the date, the date will have more to do with what the proposer likes, to show the proposee a little bit about the proposer. Their likes, dislikes, interests, all that good stuff. I mean it helps if both have similar tastes, but sometimes, yeah not necessarily gonna know that off hand. So the proposee could use that chance to get to know the proposer a little better, and figure out the next move when it’s their turn.

So as the proposer, if I decided to up and take you anywhere, firstly, I don’t trust myself to drive, so you will have to meet me, and we’ll run from there.

It’s mostly gonna be lots of walking and talking, but books with be involved somehow. Whether conversations, shopping, forts, whatever I can’t think of now.

Movies for a classic. Doesn’t matter what we watch, it’s a conversation piece, so I’ll take advantage of it. Disclaimer, I talk in movies. I’ll make some lame joke, I’ll connect it to tumblr, good puns and bad puns may or may not make themselves known. Most people will hate me. Don’t you hate me too, but I’ll be nervous and/or excited. Which potentially makes it worse. Please ignore me while I talk myself into a hole and cower in shame.

I’ll try to make it interesting some days. Let’s take the bus far south/west/east/north/ wherever and see things, get lost and find our way back again.

To hell with it, hit the grocery, let’s buy some snacks and have an impromptu picnic.

Other days, coffee and conversations about nothing and nothing in particular would be best. Or conversations about everything. Or no conversations at all. But coffee is great.

How about the SPCA! We could volunteer for a day and take care of the animals!

Or we could meet, go to a grassy place, spread a blanket and lie down and stare at the sun.

At least once, you’ll have to come to church with me. It’s a significant part of me, so yes, come.

Peace and quiet, or Loud and spontaneous.

There may or may not be Rollerblades involved.

First post for 2015 – kind of mad about it.

I’d really rather my first post for the New Year not be something as trivial as boy trouble, but there it is. Happy New Year by the way.

But as it stands. There it is.

Not that it has anything to do with my boy. He’s not mine. We haven’t yet been on a date although we do have it carded.

I suppose it’s my fault. Not suppose. It is. First, I joined Tinder… That should have been the first clue. Second, I initiated the idea and humoured it, even setting the date.

He’s an great guy, and under any other circumstance, we’d probably be friends.

But under any other circumstance, I’d not consider him as a potential boyfriend. (Although given my track record… Maybe finding a boyfriend should go back to bring secondary to everything. I go into full Mabel Pines in Summer Romance mode. It’s probably unhealthy.)

Be ye not unequally yoked.

Constantly thinking about this. Especially now. And every other time I consider the idea of me and anyone. I’ve even blatantly told someone that. Can’t because I don’t want to change and while he wouldn’t mind, his mother would, and I’d want him to change and his mother would mind, and stress. Maybe it would have happened that he converted, but I haven’t seen evidence of that ever happening when a girl married into a family of a different religion to hers. But I’m young yet, maybe it has, maybe it hasn’t.

Yeah.

So old boy done, new boy issue.

Raised Catholic with a Muslim parent. So his religious background is stressful as is. And confusing, and I’m supposing off-putting because when the conversation went to religion, he didn’t linger.

I’m Pentecostal, raised in it, but staying in it, even with Presbyterian influence from school. In terms of other religions, I have friends of a healthy mix of them,  but I think that’s easier to let slide than a potential Significant Other.

Now I prolly shouldn’t consider him anywhere near a prospect because we’ve had a total of four convos, all on WhatsApp and Tinder, and none face to face. But still.

I guess I fear that being raised with two different religious backgrounds available to him, and no definitive direction one way or the other, as well as the fact that both backgrounds are so distant to mine, and knowing  that I will not change to either or renounce all three should we start a relationship – it is going to cause problems sooner or later and it will be religious or pertaining to God, and me being as chronically anti-confrontational and random outbursts…… Yeah not gonna be nice.

Liberals will say that religion shouldn’t matter, as long as there is a connection. Conservatives will say that I should give it more thought. I see the sense in both.

But what does God say about this?

“Approach with caution but know my Word”?

That seems like good enough advice.

But what is the Word?

“Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?”

II Corinthians 6:14

I feel like I need more. An explanation, maybe? A complementary verse? 

As a young Christian woman, how do I approach relationships?

And as someone who didn’t care before, why am I starting now?