To Give My Number.......That is the Question!

“Good day to ya Kristin,” he texted.

Now back in the day when I was doing the online dating scene, almost 4 months ago, I met and exchanged numbers with quite a few men. I never saved numbers in my phone unless they reached a status to deserve that space, and needless to say, many did not, including this guy.

Now my memory is pretty good when it comes to people and particular situations. The great thing about technology and smartphones, they track your text message and phone conversations for months!  I recall chatting with this guy online and exchanging numbers. His name was pretty unique so it left an imprint, yet his presence never did. We never got a chance to meet or talk on the phone, yet, for the past 4 months, this man has periodically sent me text messages! Whether it was “Have a great day”, “Good morning”, or “Happy Friday”, they would all be months apart and extremely random! Never once has he picked up the phone to call and actually hear my voice. So at this point I am weirded out and simply confused. What game is he playing? Whatever it is, I was about to play it back!

He texted me the other day after nearly a month from his last text message, which I never answer, by the way, but today I decided to answer. I needed this dude, or whoever he was, to get a clue! Normal people don't do this! His randomness was not cute nor would it continue to get my attention. I proceeded to ask who he was. He sent me a picture this time and told me his name. I then proceeded to play my dumb blonde role and ask, “Have we met?” His response, “Not yet.”

Now I’m fresh off of seeing the movie Perfect Guy with Sanaa Lathan and Michael Ealy in which Ealy plays a stalker boyfriend turn killer. The man had cameras in her home and was hiding in closets and under beds!  I told my friends I don't do movies like that because they make me paranoid, but noooo, they had to see Ealy and that fine Morris Chestnut. Ok, so maybe I enjoyed seeing them too, they were fine! But I digress….

“Not yet” sounded like a stalker response to me.  My response, “Yet??” As in, sir, did you ever have intentions of meeting me since we exchanged numbers back in June!? Again, who does this? Better yet, who thinks this is ok?  I continued with the game because I just needed him to acknowledge that it’s been 4 months and be accountable for his delay and randomness!

“When did we exchange numbers again?” I asked. And of course, like a true man, not all men, but this man, when his back was against a wall and the truth was in his face, he retreated. I sent that text at 5:07pm. It was currently 10:00pm, and still no response. Guess I’ll have to wait another month before I get an answer, but by then his number will be blocked!

What really runs through some men's head? Do they think we really sit around awaiting their call or text messages and desperately jumping at the chance for any form of male contact, communication, or attention? Truth is, there are many women out there who are absolutely jumping at any chance, but not this girl! Consistency and follow through are a must, and randomness and inconsistency get you deleted or blocked.

I guess along with his random text message, I can celebrate my 4 month anniversary of being off of online dating!!! I’ve actually felt less stressed and overwhelmed and dating hasn't been at the forefront of my mind as much lately.  I think I’ve been on one or two dates since getting offline and I’m ok with that!  I’m challenging myself to get out more and enjoy different activities in which I can meet men the old fashion way.  

I’ve also found that guarding and being more choosy about who I give my number to is a must.  I’ve always given it freely, even to guys I wasn't interested in.  I felt bad and a bit obligated since they were doing the approaching. Oh, but now I’m learning that my phone number is a precious commodity that allows direct access, and every Joe Blow that ask doesn't deserve that privilege. There’s a scripture in the bible that says, “ To much is given, much is required” (Luke 12:48), and my number absolutely comes with some responsibility!

So I’m asking God to give me more discernment when it comes to guys who ask for my number. Better yet, I may just start taking theirs! It may sound a bit extreme and maybe even taking the more dominate role in the sequence of phone number exchange, but hey, they say insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result. This girl is ready to be married, so no more insane actions from me! My mother keeps telling me to act like I’m ready to be married, so I think I’ll give it a try!

Men are from Mars, Woman are from Venus!

“So, would I seem pressed if I called to talk to him about why he totally stopped talking to me?” a friend texted me one night.

My first reaction, “Absolutely!”

My friend had been talking to a guy for a few weeks and she was really feeling him. He’d been calling consistently for about a week and then started to linger off. The phone calls and text began to fade. She found herself doing more of the reaching out and it was a constant question of should I call or text? Should I invite him out or suggest something for us to do? Is there something wrong? Am I doing too much? The typical self-conversation of single women in this thing called dating!

Let the games end and never begin! I find for my ladies, that this is the hardest thing to combat and fight when dating.  The communication struggle is real! Men are absolutely from Mars and women are absolutely from Venus!  

You talk it over with your friends and they tell you not to call and text anymore. Let him call you.  You check your phone periodically just to see if his number will pop up on your phone.  And if you’re me, you turn your phone off from time to time hoping that when you turn it back on a text or missed call will come through from him. Don't judge! You gotta do what works for you! Then a few days or a week later, after you have decided in your mind that he’s “just not that into you” and you’ve let it go, he calls or texts!

“Hey, how are you?” he says.

You’re about to lose it!!! Really!!??? (in my Kevin Hart voice)  If you’re honest and upfront like me, you hit him with, “I figured you weren’t interested, haven't heard from you in a while.”

And that’s when he hits you with the ringer, “Well, all you had to do was call me!”

This scenario played out for my friend almost to the tee! Once he decided to call and she shared her concern and/or frustration, he reprimanded her and explained that if she wanted to talk to him all she had to do was call. All facts presented, he preferred to talk on the phone and she was a texter. We’ve been friends for a few years and I can probably count on my hand how many times we have had full blown conversations over the phone! It’s just not her communication style.  She had been texting him periodically to check in, but he would only respond with short answers, which could only leave her feeling “some kind of way.” In his defense, he preferred for her to call and therefore only responded in a short way to possibly give her the hint that a phone conversation would better suit his needs.

So what do you do with that!? In most relationships, the opposite is true. Most men like to text while many women enjoy intimate, long phone conversations.  Early on she shared that she preferred texting but did appreciate that he would call and talk to her throughout the day.  Although it was a bit uncomfortable for her, she obliged and went with it. But now he was challenging her to step up to his communication style and, in essence, disregarding her attempt to reach out in her way of communication which was texting.  Can the sista get a little credit! She tried!  

What’s a girl to do? These days texting is a convenient but impersonal way of communicating needs, wants, and desires, but a phone call allows for more of an intimate space for conversation, emotion, and truth.  But she finds great comfort in texting three-page text messages to express her feelings and inquiries.  Is she suppose to immediately oblige and conform to a form of communication that is uncomfortable and unusual for her just to appease a man she barely started talking to? If we flip it, many times we as women will challenge a man to grow up in his stage of communication to pick up the phone to call us or to ask us out rather than sending an informal text message.

Was she wrong for not picking up the phone? Was he wrong for not responding to her as she would have liked? The author of Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, Dr. John Gray, explains in the book,

“Men mistakenly expect women to think, communicate, and react the way men do;

women mistakenly expect men to feel, communicate and respond the way women do.

We have forgotten that men and women are supposed to be different.

As a result, our relationships are filled with unnecessary friction and conflict.

Clearly recognizing and respecting these differences dramatically reduce

confusion when dealing with the opposite sex. When you remember that

men are from Mars and women are from Venus, everything can be explained.”

It may not explain everything, but they do say opposites attract and differences are actually great things in the proper perspective. Differences must be acknowledged, respected, and then properly addressed to meet each other's needs appropriately.  Now I am nowhere near perfect in this realm of communication or even how to apply this successfully, hence why I went to see a therapist a few months ago and I'm still single.  I am learning that it is extremely important to let your needs, wants, and expectations be known up front, particularly in how you prefer to communicate, how often, how long, what time, etc.  As women, we tend to hold back or give half truths in hopes of not scaring the man away with our true desires and needs. In a sense afraid that we may come off too needy or desperate.  If I can let the cat out of the bag, everyone needs something; at what level or degree of that need depends on the person, but we are all needy people. Many are simply in need of companionship, love and affection.    

I believe that my friend and her guy simply have differences and shared a miscommunication that can further be evaluated moving forward. There will have to be a compromise at times for one form of communication over the other, but that is the wonderful thing about relationships that helps to keep peace and harmony.  And at this point, I believe many of us have had enough drama to last us a lifetime. I am ready for the peace and harmony that comes with a healthy relationship built on two different people, from two different planets, who somehow simply make it work.

Always "The One" But Never the Wife!

“But did you ever think about how that makes me feel?” I asked.

My friend from Chicago. You may remember, “Mr. Simple Moment” from the beach.  I met him in Florida back in April of this year while on vacation and we’ve been talking ever since. He’s actually become a great friend that I not only get advice from, but also spiritual wisdom and council. But like every other male “friendship” I’ve had, he always seems to slip in a compliment of some kind or share a fantasy of us someday being together, even calling me his potential wife.

Where have I heard that before? That’s right! All of my other EX boyfriends! Every last one of them proclaimed that I was "the one" no less than a month in to our dating process. My therapist once shared that I should be flattered by their gesture and thoughts of me. But why? It's cute and flattering in the beginning, but the truth still remains, I am still nobody’s wife yet! I keep allowing myself to feed into the fantasies of men who see the potential of a wife in a good woman, but this good woman never becomes the wife.

At moments I would slip into the fantasy with him because honestly, I could see myself being in relationship with him. Sometimes you need the escape from the single state of mind and linger over into "relationship fantasy-land" just for a little while. But the truth still remains, he lives in Chicago! And if you haven't noticed by now, God has this funny way of allowing me to meet potentially great prospects who happen to LIVE IN OTHER STATES!!! I’m still trying to figure this one out! That's what I get for traveling so much! But I digress! 

He feeds me hopes of one day coming to visit and potentially pursuing a real relationship, giving me the quality time and conversation I desire, but yet in still no action behind it. It must stop! No more! I'm tired of being emotionally pimped by men who aren't my husband. 

We recently had a heart to heart discussion because I just couldn’t take it anymore! I was tired of hearing the fantasies and playing the game with him; gripping to a glimpse of hope that ends when we hang up the phone. I was OK with keeping it strictly at a friendship phase, but oh how those lines become grayed. I remember a friend cautioning me to not get emotionally attached to these men I meet, and she's right. Physical touch is one thing, but intimate conversation for a woman will draw us in such a way, you'd think we'd had sex! So I decided to use my good ol’ communication skills I learned from counseling and let him know what I needed and how he could meet that need.

I needed him to take in account how I felt. Every time he gave me a compliment or shared a scenario of us being together, how does that make me feel? Every time he says, “I’ve been praying about us,” what does that do to my emotions? Every time he mentions possibly coming to visit, what runs through my head?  It’s a an emotional roller coaster and I’m about to throw up!

I find that many men like to use their words for their own satisfaction and the assumed satisfaction of the female they use them upon. But if I can simply alert all men at this time: WOMEN CAN DO WITHOUT THE WORDS, WE DESIRE THE ACTION!

And here’s the punchline: telling me I’m a wife is not the bad part because I'm clear on that call on my life. But it's the assuming and proclaiming that I may be “your” wife that presents the problem. Many men like to put stake and claim on what they potentially see as theirs without yet having the papers to prove ownership. Jokingly or not, its a strong title to put on a woman who actually truly desires to walk in that role.  Until a ring is placed on my appropriate finger and the autograph is signed on the proper line, I am no one’s wife. I’ve decided and vowed that I won’t feed into it anymore. 

So I shared what I needed. Now in order for him to meet that need, as the old folks would say, I told him to "piss or get off the pot." I know. It sounds so vulgar, but I think he got my point! I'm OK with a simple friendship without the "extras" on the side. It keeps me in a place of emotional stability in which I can focus on other things and not on him until he is truly serious about his pursuit.

I deserve to be pursued, loved, respected, and on that special day, I deserve for a man to get down on one knee and ask that one question we've waited for our whole lives! I'm not wifey or wife material, I am a wife. No stake or claim made yet, but I do await that day. I won't put up with the hopes and wishes of men who only hope and wish with words and not action.

And another thing to my men, while I'm still on my soapbox, if you aren't ready and need time to "get yourself together", by all means do so, just leave the wife comments and gestures out of it! Don't string a woman along in hopes that she'll stick around and be used for emotional support while all the while she's emotionally frustrated and drained from a man that's not even her husband! We are only required to wait on God, not a man!

Not trying to come off like the angry black woman because I absolutely am not. I'm just in a place where I've decided to take back control of my emotions. I'm taking back the pieces of me that I've lent out to men who don't know and are not equipped to handle the full scope of me! Just being reminded of scripture once again, "Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life." (Proverbs 4:23) Scripture for my life! Particularly this dating life!

And at this point in the course, I don't need another man to tell me I am “the one”. I just need him to make me his wife.

He's a Classic Man!

“You can be mean when you look this clean,” he said.

After several delays on my return flight from New Orleans, I finally made it home around 10:30 p.m. that night. I was exhausted but couldn’t seem to wind down just yet, so I decided to text him.  Just wanted to let him know I made it home and kind of feel out what he thought of our encounter. The excitement of the wedding was over. The glammed look was done. It was back to reality in Maryland and his reality in Houston. We texted a bit throughout the night until I finally decided to call because my fingers were starting to cramp!

We talked for over three hours and yes, I had to work the next morning! During the conversation I asked his first thoughts of my approach in asking him to dance at the wedding. In very simple terms he stated that most women approach him! I chuckled to myself. Yep! I kind of figured that! Because of his status, good looks, education, job, and financial security, the brother doesn’t have to do much work to get the ladies, so he doesn’t! He shared that he rarely approaches a woman, in fact, he’s only done it at most, two times!

Throughout the rest of the conversation the borderline self-confidence that I graced him with at the beginning of the night slowly turned into conceit and self-absorption.  He shared that he enjoyed cooking and cooked very well. Even older women, mothers, have conceded to his cooking being better than theirs, particularly when it came to any New Orleans style cuisine. He even shared that he broke up with a woman because she invited him for dinner under false pretense that she could cook. When he entered her home he spotted Tyson chicken bags and her placing frozen chicken pieces in the oven, he was out!  

I was waiting for it. The infamous question.  So, can you cook? I was scared to answer! But hey, who is he that I should have to lie or feel intimidated? So I boldly answered, “ I can cook a little bit.”

I always back up my cooking by sharing what I lack in cooking, I make up in other places. (Get your minds out the gutters) I meant that I don't mind cleaning, washing clothes, and taking care of home. I even do a few handy-man, Do-It-Yourself things around the house. He proceeded to declare that he didn’t need a woman for those things. He does them himself. In fact, he mops and sweeps his bathroom floor EVERY night! I forgot to mention, he’s also a germaphobe!

The scene from the Best Man Holiday immediately flashed across my mind. You remember when Nia Long was outside talking to her boyfriend, that fine Eddie Cibrian, who was getting ready to leave her because he didn’t feel comfortable? He said, “You act like you don't need me.” She quickly replied, “I don’t.”  He proceeded to place his bags in the car and he left!

What a dagger to the heart. This guy was Nia Long! Heck, he is most single, successful black females! I kept thinking to myself, "wow, he reminds me of what most men think of successful black women." We are above reproach because of our education and financial income and seemingly don't need a man because we got that covered too! He explained that he simply needed a woman to support and encourage him. And in my mind, I thought, yea, and to stay at home popping out babies, but he probably got that covered too!

Earlier this week while texting, he sent me a selfie of him in a suit. Now I believe in giving credit where credit is due! The brother looked good! Those tailored suits and his clean cut face made a sister smile, so I gave him a compliment. But then he started to send more pictures. Again, the brother looked good, but the quota of compliments were about to run out. So I fed into his picture battle and sent a few pics of my own. He wasn't the only one who could take cute selfies!

I finally got a compliment from him! I jokingly asked him,” Do you give up now?” His response, “ Never that, I love myself way too much not to have at least 50 more “classic man” shots!” I was done, because honestly, I believed him!

What can I say about this brother? He was a true “classic man.” Jidenna branded a song that defined him quite nicely. So much so that his church gave him a t-shirt that read “Classic Man” on it! He probably goes to the grocery in a full suit! But I’m so serious. I neglected to share in my previous post that he declined hanging out with me on Bourbon Street because he needed to be suited and booted. A t-shirt and sweat pants weren’t going to cut it!  Heaven forbid he run into people he knew! The brother was really blowing me!

First impressions are everything, but I always try to gain perspective before jumping to full conclusions off the bat.  He seemed like a overall great guy with good intentions and success in his front and rear view mirror. But the way in which he carried it was a bit much!  Not to downplay his success in life at all.  According to various statistics, for a black man to be college educated with a Masters degree, have a great job, a homeowner, make a great deal of money, on top of being well versed in the word of God and involved in church, is an awesome and wonderful accomplishment, and I am proud of him! In many cases he is a rarity. Most women would jump at the chance to be on his arm!  But guess what, I also share in many, if not, all of those same accolades. But as a friend had to point out to me, I never felt the need to boast or divulge all of that information to him, nor did I get a real opportunity to do so. I’m confident that I look good, but I didn’t feel the need to send various pictures to solicit compliments for my ego.

I find it interesting that when men are of great prestige and success they are looked at as hot commodities and usually carry themselves as such. But a woman, particularly a black woman, with that same prestige is looked upon as intimidating, and stamped with the “single for life” brand upon her forehead.

I’ve learned to embrace and celebrate the success God has allowed me to achieve. But I’ve also learned to be humble in a manner that does not turn people away, particularly a man that I may find interest in. My “classic man” had me at hello, but lost me somewhere between a selfie and “I dont need a woman to…”  Needless to say we haven’t spoken much since New Orleans, and it’s ok!  No hard feelings and life goes on. But I’m thinking, my next wedding, I’ll just dance by myself and let him come to me! LOL

I made the first move!

“So do you dance?” I asked.

Yes! I asked a man to dance. And in front of his boys! Call me crazy, bold, aggressive, or just plain stupid, but I went for it!

It was my classmate's wedding and he was a groomsmen in the bridal party. I peeped him at the hotel while they were preparing to leave for the church. I was waiting on an Uber car and he was getting into the limo. He was lively and loquacious. Speaking to everyone that passed his way, flashing a perfect smile! He was laughing and joking and you could tell he was simply happy to celebrate this day with his boy. His dreads were freshly twisted and lined up just right, pulled back in a french braid and perfectly accented his slim well structured face. Yep! I peeped him ALL the way out!

After the ceremony we connected in the lobby as I chimed in on him jokingly quoting scriptures and making church behavior jokes. He knew a little something about church and scripture.

At the reception I continued to keep my eye on him.  I didn’t see him linger with any one particular woman the entire night and many times he could be found sitting by himself scrolling through his phone. I made an inquiry to my big sister who happened to be in the bridal party as well.  She was getting the inside scoop for me.  And when I say she worked it! She worked it!

She called me over to the foyer area and gave me the 411.  He was 32, single and definitely interested in meeting someone. She shared with him that someone was interested in him but didn't mention my name. High school right? But it worked! It was now up to me to make my interest known. I officially stepped into the shoes of a man! I was taking a chance and opening myself up for rejection.  Brothers, I now officially know how you feel! I checked in with a few of my classmates to see if asking him to dance was too forward and I got a rousing answer of “no.” I waited for the DJ to play a song that could easily be danced to and lo and behold Frankie Beverly and Maze “Before I let Go” filled the sound waves. A black wedding’s anthem! I got my nerve and walked over.

Needless to say he gladly obliged and we two-stepped to Frankie, or more like he two-stepped while I shuffled and scuffled on the floor trying to keep up as he twirled me around like we were contestants on Dancing with the Stars! It was impressive. As we attempted to talk and dance, yelling in each others ears, he invited me to sit at his table so that we could have a real conversation.

We talked, or more like I listened as he talked and shared about his job, school and current travel excursions. Through his lisp, that I thought was actually kind of cute, he oozed with intelligence and prestige. It was a bit subtle, but the brother was kind of feeling himself, but why wouldnt he? He was college educated, owned a home, held a great job that allowed him to travel and his well manicured hands and perfect teeth let me know he took pride in his appearance! Oh yea, did I mention no kids! In my head I was officially winning! I was yelling Jackpot, UNO, Bingo, and Go Fish all at the same time!!

As we were interrupted periodically due to reception activities, my friend, the bride, walks up beside me and says, “Get him girl, he’s rich!” I laughed to myself. My girls were looking out for me! And I must say it peeked my interest just a little bit more, just a little bit!

We talked and flirted throughout the rest of the night. He stayed close to me and always found me to reconvene our conversations whenever interrupted.  We took photos together in the photo booth and he finally asked to exchange numbers.  I’d done my work. I displayed my interest and even initiated the interaction. The ball was in his court.  I gave that brother a Kobe Bryant assist that couldn't be missed.  All he had to do was slam dunk it like Shaquille O’Neal!

The reception was over and the night was still young. I low-key looked forward to possibly hanging with him the rest of the evening to continue getting to know one another, but the brother was making no set plans. Granted he was sweaty and I’m sure exhausted from the days activities. He had a house in New Orleans and mentioned heading home to change and shower, but again, no real plans. He made mention of possibly taking me on a tour of the city, but still no set plans.  So I decided to make other moves with my classmates and big sister.  

He texted me throughout the night while I was out and I ended up running into him in the lobby as I waited for a cab to meet my classmates. We sat on the couch and talked some more, but still no set plans. He walked me to the cab and away I went. I thought about cancelling my cab and staying with him, but i just needed the brother to say something explicit! I even gave the appropriate pauses to give him time to come up with something! I could tell he wanted to hang out but just couldn't seem to quite say it in a non- “I’m pressed to hang with her, I am feeling her, but don't want her to think I am too into her” kind of way.

The next morning, as only a woman can do, I replayed the entire night in my head and re-read his text messages a few times. Did I miss something? Did I possibly miss an opportunity or a subtle hint that he was throwing. Being that I’m such a straightforward person, I tend to miss Morse code and subtle guy cues they think they are giving. Without him clearly stating, “let’s get together tonight”, I couldn’t sit around waiting on him to figure it out.

Of course you begin to over analyze to the dark side. “Well, maybe he wasn't that interested.” “Was I too forward?” “Did I turn him off?” I immediately stopped myself! What’s done is done! The wedding was amazing and hanging with him the time we did get to spend was cool! We’ll always have the photo booth! I enjoyed myself with my classmates whom I don't get to see that often and I chalked it up to “what's meant to be will be!”

Once again I met another great guy while out of town.  More exposure to good guys who have great things going for them, despite their planet Venus ways of communicating and thinking! I’m just going to say, the Lord is definitely up to something! He continues to give me fresh perspective on my dating life which keeps me from traveling down that lonely, “woe is me”, road of disappointment and despair. I will simply add him to the friend and prayer list compilation I’ve started and keep in contact for possible connections in the future!

Praying for Him...

“I was just thinking about you,” he said.

Whenever his text comes across my phone it brings a smile to my face.  Its just something about him! I met him in New Orleans during Essence Festival and we still talk from time to time, whether through text or phone conversation. He was my “Mr. I’m not going to ask if he is saved cause I just don't want to know” guy. And no, I have yet to ask him about his salvation because I am almost certain he isn’t!  You know a tree by the fruit it bears.  Any conversation that veers on the side of religion brings forth either a sarcastic tone or simple silence. Not in a negative way, but in a “I didn't grow up in church so anything overtly churchy is misunderstood or comical” kind of way.  He knows I’m a minister and never ceases to imitate the asthmatic preacher from Coming to America as his depiction of all ministers. Many times I have to laugh, but inside I am slightly saddened that he just doesn't get it.

Besides his lack of church culture and salvation we have the best conversations! No less than an hour on the phone every time we talk. The conversations are insightful and meaningful on various topics: sports, media, music, etc. He listens and is interested in everything I have to say.  He is socially conscious and knowledgeable on so many levels. Our last conversation was almost two hours, and yes I do look at the phone when we talk. One of my love languages is quality time. I value a man that would spend more than 30 mins on the phone discussing something other than sex and/or when he can come over.

Our last conversation entailed discussing the negative effects of music on our culture and in particular, our young black males.  He spoke so many truths and enlightened me on musical lyrics I was completely unaware of.  If we really knew the words of the songs these kids listen to, we would get back to the days of banning music from playing on the airways or even sold in stores! Remember that episode on a Different World? They immediately shut down the entire radio show because of an obscene song Dwayne Wayne decided to play on the radio! But I digress…

Because of the missing puzzle piece of salvation, I knew a romantic relationship could not come to fruition. But, don't you know I prayed about! My prayer went something like this:

Lord, now I’ve been CONTENT with being single all this time.

I’ve prayed that you would send me a saved man,

And this man you have allowed me to cross paths with is beautiful!

He is attractive, tall, educated, and has a great smile! You know Lord, all the things I like!

All I am asking is that you save him! I mean Lord, you can do all things!

I dont ask for much! (Don’t we always end with this line when we’re begging God for something! LOL)

Now I know you are probably thinking, now Kristin, you ought to be ashamed of yourself! You know better than that! You’re right! I do! But sometimes you take a stab at to see if God would oblige! But once I got out of my feelings, which took about a day, I truly started to pray for him. Sometimes you come across some amazing people who you simply think to yourself, if they only knew Christ, what an even more amazing person they would be.

Its that whole evangelism piece. I found myself no longer longing to be his girlfriend and having unsaved thoughts of us together, at least not as frequent ( just being honest), but seeking God on his behalf for salvation. Interceding for him and asking God to show me how I can shine my light whenever we interact or speak.  Not beating him over the head with scripture and church jargon, but truly continuing to be myself and let God do the work.

I’m even starting to gain greater perspective on why God allows me to cross paths with various people, in particular men that I may initially date. Dating is simply spending time to get to know someone.  I constantly share with people that I have yet to have a bad experience with dating. Several of the men I’ve gone on dates with are not saved and it just hasn’t worked out. But in hindsight, even if I choose not to continue dating them, it doesn't mean I can’t still pray for them! Instead of becoming frustrated because I’ve deemed them not “the one”, I add them to my prayer list! What a concept!

We are Christ's ambassadors whether we are on a date or in a foreign country. We’re to always seek to fulfill the Great Commission, even if it's over dinner and a movie! Sounds crazy right, but so true!

I truly have a desire for all people, particularly my African American brothers, to know Christ; to seek after Him and live a life pleasing to God. Not just to be someone’s husband, but to simply be the man of God he was called to be.

But Ladies, could you imagine? We’d have more than two brothers to pick from in church! You don't know when to shout, or better yet, you don't know when to start praying! Get to work, but check your motive at the door!

God said...

“Go after the men that are going after you,” she said.

My big sister texted me the other day letting me know that she’d been reading my blogs and wanted to share a word the Lord laid upon her heart. I appreciated the advice she was willing to share and the simple fact that she was reading my blogs. But in all honesty, my initial reaction was “here we go again.” I struggle from time to time when people tell me, “the Lord said.” It doesn't matter who it is. As a single woman, I recieve advice about dating on a weekly if not daily basis. Sometimes from the most random people. It’s almost as if I have a sign on my back that reads: “SINGLE: Please help!” The advice comes like the bible describes blessings, “you just don't have room enough to receive them!  Now don't get me wrong, many of them are blessings, but other times they can just be too much and I have a hard time taking them in!

So God had to check me like only he can!  Hi! My name is Kristin and I do suffer from a terrible disease called pride! Yes! I can admit and say that five letter word out loud! I have a tendency to think I know it all and struggle to receive advice from others at times. It’s also hard to receive when you are so use to pouring out to others. You trick yourself into thinking that you don’t need the help or advice from others. There! I said it! The first step is acknowledgement! The truth is, I've always known this about myself. Its definitely a struggle I bring before the Lord on a daily,hourly, and even a minute by minute basis.  The bible says pride comes before a fall, and in this season, I want to fall in love, not on my face in shame!

My sister is older, a minister, a physical therapist, and she is married! I look up to her and admire her and she always comes in a humble spirit! She desires the best for me and I love her! I mean, she is in a place that I desire to be, married! Why not heed to her advice!? Who am I?! A single woman desiring to be married! So I asked God to humble my spirit and show me how I was to apply her advice. In all honesty my immediate thought was that I was not to “go after” any man. I’m suppose to be found, right? Me being a bit literal and again, prideful! Then I began to run down some of the men that have come after me. If she only knew! Many of them I wouldn't even walk behind let alone run after! So what were you saying again Lord?

That Monday, a gentleman I use to “talk” to texted me randomly and invited me to dinner! You may recall, he was “Mr.Too Much Too Soon.”  Talking about courtship before I even knew his last name. Him! I hadn’t spoken to him in over a month and I was a bit taken back by his text. No small talk, but straight to the point. I was hesitant about the request and waited until the next day to give him an answer. And her text message came up on a Tuesday! LOL

I’m all about second chances and if I applied her text message correctly, he was going after me, again! So after much debate and a talk with my mother who confessed that she was afraid she would never have any grandchildren, I obliged and we went to dinner. It was nice, but again I realized that I wasn’t interested.  There wasn’t a connection and I simply was not attracted to him, but we could definitely be friends.  At least that’s what I decided in my head, for the second time. He proceeded to text me everyday after our dinner, and I tried to engage, but something in me just said let it go. 

Now I get the whole “going after you” piece, but if you’re not interested, you’re just not interested. I’ve slowly but surely let go of my list but chemistry still goes a long way. So even with his checklist being quite impressive, I’ve always gone with the fact that every great guy isn't for me, but that one great guy will be!

So back to God and this text message. As I re-read her message I also found where she said, “their main concern, priority, and desire should be you!?” And I absolutely agree! I want a man that wants me, prioritizes me at the top of his list, and desires to be with me and only me.  

Through this experience I received her advice and attempted to apply it. And what God continues to reveal to me is that with every word others may give, DISCERNMENT is absolutely key! Advice divided, multiplied and added with discernment equals wisdom. And wisdom applied to the proper place, time, and person equals divine purpose.

She shared that her first lady gave her that advice years before she met her husband, and I truly believe she applied it at the right time. Her husband absolutely adores her and chased after her relentlessly. And the kicker, he wasn't even her type!  

God always places people in your path who have been there and done that! It’s simply up to you to receive and apply it appropriately.