Mr. (un) fab came knocking again (okay, figuratively...it was a text, of course...so predictable, that guy.) This actually works to my favour, because I'm so much more creative with the written word than I am with the spoken word. I'm downright waxing poetic in these texts. It's brilliant, really. So after a few texts about his actions-and-words-not-jiving issues, I laid it all out on the table. I told him that I was at total peace right now, and my life was calm and wonderful because I was going to church.
I'm pretty confident I won't be hearing from Mr. (un) fab ever again. Seriously, 10 seconds...
He wished me well, and said he was so glad that I was happy. But that I should be really careful (and now I'm kicking myself for not saving the text, so I could repeat verbatim) because churches have a tendency to become "cult-like" and that I should "BEWARE" (seriously, capital letters and everything...) But don't get him wrong, he's 'religious' too. He believes there's a power higher than himself. I clarified that I'm not 'religious', but that I have been "saved by Grace" to which he said, "Be careful, hun" (ugh, so condescending) and after a few drawn out bu-byes, he was gone.
I did feel a little sad. Because I knew then that Mr. (un) Fab was really, truly unfabulous. Whatever else I liked or disliked about him seemed inconsequential because the more I talked about my faith, the more convinced he was that I was going to start wearing long, flowy peasant dresses, while singing 'Kum Ba Yah' and drinking Kool-aid. It bothered me, to say the least. But after a minute or two of feeling sorry for myself, I came to the realization that a new chapter cannot begin until the one before has been finished. I finished the (un) Fab chapter today. I finished it. There will be no waiting or hoping for his text, because I have moved on.
Now, there's just excitement for the next chapter. Someone who gets Christianity on a level deeper than religion, and can realize it's so much more than rituals and ideals - that it's a relationship. I have no idea where this man will come from, I have no idea when - but I have faith.