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He claimed to not “believe” anything himself unless he could prove it—that “belief” was indicative of an inability or unwillingness to examine life and deal with its hard realities.
And he wanted me to have the same standard—to only believe what was demonstrable.
When I went on that fourth date, I thought it would likely be the end of our dating.
Late that night when we sat in a UCI parking garage talking, we made another foray into the familiar territory of Mormon practices being a form of social control. Because I’d had so much fun with J(wh) and I wanted it to work.
It was the talking like that in a boring old parking garage that hooked me on that first date.
So I surprised him a bit by calling him back and saying that yes—I’d love to get dinner with him on a “casual date.” Our first few dates all ended with us sitting in his car, in a campus parking garage, talking—talking for two or three or four hours at a time.
In many ways our relationship was very good, but we both knew it couldn’t last more than a few months for a variety of reasons.
Although we had several intense conversations about our different religious beliefs, our relationship ended for much more pragmatic reasons.
We encountered each other occasionally when he came to our Mormon studies group.
He sat next to me when I attended Quaker meeting with Jana and her family (J(wh) is Quaker). And last fall, pricked by something I’d written on my blog, he asked me out. Now, I have a pretty standard policy of saying yes to just about any man who asks me out. Either that or be involved in another relationship (no sister-girlfriend status for me, thank you very much).