I didn’t get a proper good morning… 

Right before he grabbed me and squeezed the stuffing out of me (or at least it would be stuffing if I was indeed a teddy bear to merit the bear hug he gave me. Since I’m not a stuffed toy, I just lost my breath.)

Can I get a kiss.

It was a statement, not a question, because then he planted his lips on my cheek before I could signal my consent or otherwise. It wasn’t a question so much as a warning that it was going to happen. Ahh.

I just want to take a picture of your hat.

Before he stepped back and I realized I was now posing for a full-length photograph.

Are you up for it? 

To which I said, anything you ask me to do, I will say yes. This time, we were talking about the possibility of me serving on a committee.

Why don’t you answer the question I asked? 

To which I responded, “Why don’t you ask me the question I want to answer?”

That’s what he said… He, this time, being one of several men I spoke to at church on Saturday. I love them all, most of them are like brothers / father-figures or adopted sons, and they all make me feel loved but out of context, some of their statements probably sound strange and borderline inappropriate.

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• Getting married
• Eavesdropping
• Money
• Church files

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