Maggie Flynn reminds atheists about the perils of dating in a conservative city like Nashville:
The wine arrived. As if to demonstrate how moderation worked, Matthew poured me half a glass, which I definitely saw as half-empty.
“Are you religious?” he asked.
“But you believe in God?”
I drained my wine glass and reached across the table for the bottle. I gave him an honest answer, though I suspected I would never see Matthew again. I said that I really wasn’t sure. I certainly didn’t believe that the Bible was the literal word of God, nor did I buy into stories about building giant arks and visiting whale’s bellies…
Matthew listened carefully and nodded, conceding my logic, if not my position. Maybe he was an OK guy after all.
“Can I ask you a question?” he said.
“What do you have against God?”
Flynn also mentions that she worked at a Christian publishing company (to make ends meet) where the conversations were even more disturbing:
One morning, a bubbly blonde from marketing visited editorial, raving about the date she’d had the night before.
“Is he cute?” I asked.
The junior editor reprimanded me gently: “I think the more important question would be, is he saved?”
And that’s what it always came down to for my co-workers and those good Christians I inexplicably found myself dating. It didn’t matter that I was kind, considerate and possessed a good sense of humor. All that mattered was whether I was on board with Jesus…
I know some of you have dated super religious people in the past or you were that religious person yourself.
What are your best stories about dating someone super-religious?
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