”Then I thought about my own fraudulent Christian Mingle profile, and how it was less true than I would like it to be.
” I asked him suddenly.“It’s been a year,” he said, and steered me with his hand to a bench, brushing away dead leaves.
That’s when I noticed a small, plastic ring he was wearing on his pinky finger, on an otherwise ringless left hand.“What’s that for?
Just over six feet tall, his credentials included photographs that were not blurry and taken by someone other than himself.
He was handsome, wore glasses, was going slightly gray, and edged a little on the nerdy side: perfect.
Though I knew it would be hard, I vowed to live more chastely, determined to curb any libidinous activity until I was at least in a solid relationship with a decent Christian man.
On our first date, Patrick suggested we take a Sunday afternoon walk on the Highline after our respective church services.
There were plenty of homophobes, and men who felt women should be strictly under their patriarchal domain.
I thought to myself, “Where is the Christian in this mingle?
As I climbed the last of the steps to the top of the old train platform, I recognized him right away.
He looked exactly like his photos and he hadn’t lied about his height; he was at least three inches taller than me, making him truly 6’1”. Our walk along the Highline took on the flavor of a stroll on the Champs-Élysées.
Just three weeks before, I found his profile on the punchline of all religious dating sites, Christian Mingle.