The Pastor...Maybe

I took Xander to a youth retreat over the weekend. I think it's important that my son finds influence outside his sorry Daddy and my bitchiness. Xander was excited to go and being that it was overnight and he's only 8 I stayed with him. The retreat was lovely and I must admit that even I learned a thing or two. Everything was great until Sunday at children's church. Turns out unbeknownst to me, my Pastor was the guest preacher. OMG for the first time ever I actually looked at my very single, young and handsome pastor. I had always just seen him as a vehicle for the Lord, but when he came into the children's church he looked like a regular man. A man, mind you that I would like to get to know.


He had on jeans, a polo shirt and some tennis shoes. He was so handsome. But it wasn't just what he wore it was how he wore the clothes and walked around the room. He was so confident and manly. It was literally turning me on. Since the Deacon has just been really getting on my nerves lately and whose calls I had been ignoring all weekend, it was a pleasant surprise to see the Preacher. At first he didn't see me but I watched him handling those children and how he made them all feel comfortable. He never stood over them, he always crouched down to talk to them. He was very patient with their questions and made sure to answer each question honestly and a coolness that only one possessed and did not learn.

When it was time to go, the parents who were sitting in the back of the room, started migrating to pick their child up but I was paralyzed to my seat. I had so many thoughts running through my mind, that when Xander came running to me throwing his arms around me it took a moment for me to come back to my senses. I hugged my little boy and I looked up to see the Pastor looking me dead in my eyes, smiling. I'm not going to even make this all soap opera-ish because I can't even remember everything that happened. All I remember is the Pastor asking Xander to go get some picture and then turning to me after my son left and asking me on a date.

I know I should have said no. I am, after all, dating the Deacon. They are both members of the same church. They both have to come into contact with each other. They both are ministering to the same people. I should have said, "no, I'm dating your deacon." That is exactly what I should have said. But God knows the flesh is weak and temptation is strong. I wanted the Preacher. To this exact moment I can't explain why. But I want him and so I said yes. Our first date is in a week.


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