My relationship with God is complicated. Being gay and growing up in a catholic country our relationship has always been let's just say, sort of frazzled. I am what you would call a lazy atheist. One that only believes in a higher power, just in case but who is a staunch believer that religion is problematic.
So when I started a conversation with a very handsome guy on okay-cupid who's profile said very religious I thread lightly. However, I still set up a date for a drink or a meet up as he later on informed me. Not a date.
It was halfway through our first drink that he decided to inform me that he was a priest. The kind that can date, be gay and fuck he clarified. Who knew!! That is when I ordered my second drink. A strong one.
We then continue to chat. For a good hour. About everything from my views on religion, lady gaga and his dog. He was charming, warm and very open to other points of view. I guess you have to when you have people revealing their deepest secrets to you all the time.
We decided to get in touch later on in the week and set up an actual date for him. A second date for me.
After a couple of texts a week passed and we met at a nice restaurant. We ordered a bottle of red and dinner. Chemistry was undeniable. Good taste in movies, lover of art, could cook and had a very cute smile. Did this mean I should start praying?
After the conversation took a heavy turn, I decided we should moved locations to a tequila bar where jazz was playing. The flirting got heavy and there might have been some PDA, priesty display of affection. After kissing while waiting for our respective Ubers we decided to call it a night but talked about going to the movies.
Five minutes later I got a text. "I had such a nice time. There is something about you. You have a twinkle in your eye. Let's do this again". Good Lord, that was fast.
Two texts and a cancelation later. I never hear from him again. There goes my twinkle.
Apparently even priest ghost nowadays
But I am not surprised, after all he is in an open relationship with God.
I however prayed that week. "In the name of the father, the son and the holy ghosted."
