Nice Church Girls?

That may be true, but if one of the people in a relationship is an atheist and the other is religious (in the instance of this thread, christian) you got a good chance of it not working out

I dont think that is true at all.
 
It's like smokers or non-smokers. They get together all the time, but smoking isn't their entire reason for existence. If I go to church on Sunday and you as my girlfriend don't go at all, I doubt it's going to cause friction, unless I'm just talking Jesus Jesus Jesus all during the week.
 
Maybe if they were smoking devout/extremists.
 
I don't know about what church you'd go about finding a "church girl" in but the ones I've been to in the past don't force you to go to two services in one day. I mean really, is just two hours in the morning that painful? I find dragging myself to work each night much more of an arduous task.
 
Ah, Sundays:
Ran into a guy friend of mine; we get along just fine, but inevitably he hurled a certain question in my direction. I think I gave him some perfunctory response which was not my answer below, but maybe it should have been. Forgive me..

Churchgoing Friend to Hypestyle:“So why don’t you want to meet a nice church girl?”

Hell no! why would I want to do that? It’s because the way my luck works!
I don’t feel like going to church from 10 in the morning to 2 in the afternoon, then expected to come back from 6 pm to 8 for a second dose, and maybe the third tithe offering! I’ve got football to watch! Even if it’s a BYE week!

And naturally, because I’m a human magnet for everything that I don’t want, The universe never let’s me get what I want..

I can’t be bothered with any Aunt Esthers in training, I’d have to be ‘Woody’ and start drinking to deal with it (google or wiki Sanford & Son); to women like this, everything, this that & the other is secular, is worldly; she doesn’t want to eat at a Chinese restaurant, not that the food isn’t good (No MSG/cat jokes, please), but they have some kind of Buddha statue up in there, and that’s blatant paganism, and you know, since it’s Chinese, it might turn into a giant robot, so you might want to call homeland security while you’re at it—

a kid-free, riches-free guy like me just wants a jump-off buddy, who herself is just looking for a jump-off buddy, that’s all! I don’t think it’s really that complicated? Other people get that when that’s what they want.. but no, because that desire, happens to be spoken or thought of by me, because that request happens to come out of my mouth, all of the sudden the universe is like “Is that Hypestyle whining again? uh-uh, no can do, we’re fresh out, screw that, we gave it all away at the office!”

The way my luck works, either I can expect to meet the woman who expects me to be the type of guy who doesn’t have King Magazine, Playboy and/or Jessica alba tribute magazines in his possession, or the guy who’s not interested in heavy petting or the guy who’s genuinely offended at comedy movies when women lose their tops for no good reason- but I’m not offended, and I don't feel like having to lie about it.

Let's see, who's out there? what, the single mother whose baby’s daddy—or maybe there’s even more than one—is some parolee type. As the saying goes, I ain’t no punk, but I’m not looking forward to being confronted at random at a gas station “Yo, whassup kid, yo, you been kickin’ it with Marsha? You tappin’ that? You hit that? Yo who the f*** told you you could all up on my baby’s moms, son? $%#@ don’t you know I will (etc., etc.)”; and even if he’s not the violent type, inevitably when I come to visit the gal then he starts banging at the door, finally wanting to visit the kids. How many phone conversations can I expect to overhear where she all of a sudden starts cursing the other person out? “M^%#@*&^a, that’s why I left your ass to begin with… Hell no, I’m not coming over your place to braid your hair; your triflin’ ass ain’t pay me for the last time I did that; no, a gallon of milk and a box of skittles don’t count, m^%#@*&^a… What? %#&^, f*** you! (click)… So the way I look at it—any single mother worth seeing is naturally going to have priorities to put her children first, which means whatever her job is—if she has a job—then she’s probably working some intense hours, and probably has to pay somebody to look after the kids, which means she’s probably more than a little financially tapped, and she probably wants to be able to spend more quality time with the kids, which dating more or less cuts into by default, unless every time you go out on a date somehow it ends up involving kiddie restaurants (ahem, Family restaurants) like Jeepers or Chuck E Cheese or adding (potentially several) kid’s admission and a popcorn combo (dammit) along with whatever money you’re having to shuck out for the movie tickets. So the way I see it, I’m doing single mothers a favor by not bothering them, I’m actually giving them the space they need to bond further with their child without the outside interference from a man who may not even be there in the long run. (see, what a hero I am :yes: )

Or, maybe, you know, there’s the devout woman where the only missionary position they’re interested in is one where they stay in Haiti or Israel or Nicaragua, where they’re teaching foreign kids English most of the day, or some other drudgery that I can't pretend to be courageous enough to be bothered with, and hoping that some rogue militiamen or a suicide bomber don’t stop by to visit, “say, we’re really sick of all that Michael Bolton & John Tesh music you keep playing over the loudspeakers; have a grenade!”

Let’s see, who else would I probably end up meeting? Oh, lastly there’s the woman who willingly was a freak on wheels for at least a several year stretch, but then maybe they slipped in the bathtub, knocked their head and decided it was a religious experience and so now they’ve declared their “second virginity” (groan) and they intend to live a life of celibacy until that distant day when she marries the guy who looks forward to waiting as much as she does, and who will gladly save 4 months worth of salary for an engagement ring, and who knows how many month’s salary for a down-payment on a house; if the prospect of being expected to cover a house note, insurances and other utility bills doesn’t take your hard-on away, I don’t know what will..

Feel free to heap your perfectly justified scorn on me at will... :blink:
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Get you an amish chick, *****. Sure, the majority are bleah, but there are those few that have the tightness underneath those puritanical smocks.
 
I don't know about what church you'd go about finding a "church girl" in but the ones I've been to in the past don't force you to go to two services in one day. I mean really, is just two hours in the morning that painful? I find dragging myself to work each night much more of an arduous task.

I think the hardcore church goers make it an all day thing. They attend as many goings on on Sunday as they can. I know my aunts never has time on Sunday's. Hell, they even get together during the work week for stuff.
 
"If I just use my mouth, I'm still a virgin, right?"

Of course you are, baby. :o
 
Godzilla, and all those (un-)concerned.. if it didn't come across in my desperate cry for help (TM), I don't see all religious women and/or single moms as, uh, "problem types", but for whatever reason the most gratingly eccentric ones seem to hover in my orbit... and kind of like Ray Romano's Mom on Everybody Loves Raymond, they're kind of cheerfully oblivious to their own eccentricities.. Unlike me, who lays his bare on internet message boards to strangers.. :wink:
 
Excuses, excuses, excuses.

Just try the relationship. If "nice church girl"'s religion becomes a problem in the relationship, then break it off. At least try for [insert deity here]'s sake.
 

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