Sunday, January 17, 2016

I'm all about that bass, 'bout that bass!

With my illness, surgery, and recovery, I've lost a few pounds. I still have a ways to go before I hit the goal weight I want, for me, and not for any man.

What happened recently is that I met a man at my singles ward. He was 44, next to my 39. He seemed nice and a gentleman. So after our first date, which the majority of it was spent in the front seat of his car, talking, he messaged me, saying that he'd been having a great time getting to know me. He said I was so amazing, but for him to be romantically interested in me, I would need to lose some weight, and trade the churchy for sexy. He claimed to be saying this in love.

I was shocked, then sad, now, I'm ready to move on. I could be friends with him, but unless he has a major attitude adjustment, it would go no further.

My feelings are that I'd get fit for myself, and not a man. And as for trading the churchy for sexy: I talked about this incident on one of my singles groups on FB and what someone said has it succinctly: "That's trading the celestial for telestial."

With the Jordan River Temple closing for renovations in a few weeks, we were allowed to bear our testimonies. I felt the need to touch on my rough week because of this guy, and I added that I wouldn't trade my temple blessings for anything or anybody. And I will stick by that exactly. Nothing is worth spitting on those temple covenants, nothing and no one.

Slan go foill...