“That Girl Likes You”
So, after my divorce was over, and a number of months went by, I thought that going to a church for the first time was going to improve my odds in finding a decent girl with whom to share my life. I picked a church that was not near me, away from anyone I would ever know and attended services very quietly.
It wasn’t long until a few gentlemen approached and welcomed me. They gave me tremendous support and sound logical advice and not a sermon. They invited me to bible study on Wednesday nights, pre and post sermon groups and events and they even invited me into their homes for other studies. They really reached out and open their hearts to me. I will always thank them.
One day, while I was working on setting up snacks for an after-sermon lecture, an older woman approached me and asked me my name. She introduced me to her other two friends, also elderly women. The first woman took me aside and asked me, confidentially, what kind of work I did. My guard was down and I never would have thought that she was sizing me up. So I told her occupation and as soon as I was done, she became very excited! Huffing and puffing she said, “Oh! Oh! Oh! You’re rich! This girl, Wilma, likes you.”
I politely told her that I was not here for that, yet I started to think who this Wilma was, as I’ve never talked or never been introduced to a Wilma before. I would have remembered that name as it was the name of Fred Flintstone’s wife in the cartoon series we all know and love.
A few weeks past and the second of the two women pulled me aside to ask a few questions of me. Then she asked, “What kind of work do you do?” My guard was up a bit due to my experience before but I told her. Just like the first old woman, she exclaimed with excitement, “Ooow! You’re rich! Did you know that Wilma likes you?” I could not believe it. It was like I was in the Twilight Zone. I told this woman that I was not here to be set up with anyone, and that I was fine the way I was.
The following week, the first woman told me to pray during the sermon to meet someone right after services and GOD would answer my prayers. I told her that I was not here to be set up with anyone now. She insisted that I should pray anyway so that GOD’s will could be revealed to me.
I had to admit that during this whole time, I was wondering who this “Wilma” was. Over the weeks I sought her out without asking for her. I attended other groups and stood in the hallways seeking her out. Then I saw her. There she was! A very tall and elegant black woman that was very attractive.
I walked over to her to be near her in order to see if she would, at the very least, say something to me. After all, two ladies said that she liked me. Why would they lie? But nothing happened. Wilma had no idea who I was.
Later on, while I was preparing for a kids function at the church, the third old lady asked me what kind of work I did while others were listening. I thought to myself, “Oh no, here we go again.” So I told her my occupation. Just like a precision time piece, she said, “Ooooh, you’re rich…” I cut her off before she could tell me about someone liking me, saying, “If I had 10 times the money of Bill Gates, I would not be as rich as Jesus Christ.” The three women looked at each other with a puzzled look on their face. Needless to say I was fed up with this nonsense.
The following Sunday I attended services and sat on the opposite side than usual. At the end of services there was announcements being made and the last of which was the engagement announcement of Wilma and Jacob. I whipped my neck around to look at the 3 old ladies. All 3 of them had sour looks on their faces. My assumption is that the three women did not approve of the lily white Jacob getting together with that woman that was not white. They wanted me to be placed between them. I could be wrong, but who knows for sure. They never bothered me about Wilma liking me again.
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