Sweet Baby Jesus


I don't want anyone to get this post confused by the end.  I am very spiritual.  I love God and learning about the Bible.

Disclaimer out of the way...

I can't STAND a Bible thumper.  You know what I'm talking about--the people who use Jesus in every situation, to downgrade anyone, and Jesus is the answer to EVERYTHING.

This is the story of #132 and his masterful bible thumping abilities.

I recently read an article about psychopaths and I think he might have qualified but that's another post coming soon.

So the story begins on FB.  Don't scoff! Every female reading this KNOWS they have that one guy in their inbox trying to get their number.  So after some work I gave him mine.

He was super sweet, attentive, involved, and handsome.  Everything a girl wanted.  He was heavily into church and very spiritual.  Divorced and lonely. 

Perfect match right?

Oh but there were signs though.

Pause: ALWAYS pay attention to the signs.  They are always there. We just might not see them until too late.

He didn't have any friends.  He would say it was because his friends were shady or sorted and he didn't want to be involved with that anymore. Or that he didn't club and drink so that was out too.  I didn't believe it because I have plenty of friends who don't drink and we have plenty of things to do together.

He had several kids and one or two of them didn't really deal with them.  This is always a big one. You're the dad right? Why don't your kids deal with you?

He was all talk and no execution.  He had plenty of dreams and ideas, but no real way to achieve them.  Vision boards are awesome to help you plan forward, but just good art if you don't work on it.

So, I wasn't blind and very aware of what was happening. 

He was very churchy.  I couldn't have a real conversation without him asking to pray or read the Bible.  I'm all for asking God for advice, but if I come to you for advice I expect just that.

I pressed on. No sex because he didn't believe in that before marriage.  I wasn't tripping. 

He had a problem with everything I did.  The modeling. The poetry. The everything.  He wanted to be the only one have any parts of me.

Pause: I have amazing friends. I could never cut them out.

I remember the last straw.  I had a photo shoot.  It was an all day affair.  I offered to let him come.  I did my due diligence.  He was MAD! He called me prostitute for posing partially nude (apparently he hasn't seen the actual nude ones).

After all of that of course I was done.  I mean all the way done.  #132 got blocked and sent to voicemail.

I WAS THE DEVIL!!!!

So in my email, he tells me how he loves my pictures when they come out. 

What the FUCK! You like the pics but you hate that I take them.

Boy bye.

Moral of the story. Beware the psychopathic Bible Thumper.  Pay attention to the signs.

He was in and out before the season passed.  Its been that way for me lately.

Until next time friends.

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