What are the fucking odds. I thought to myself as I stepped off the treadmill and saw before me someone from my past.
There he was, my roommates ex boyfriend just staring at me.
A little rewind: I had gone to Denver for college and bunked with 3 other girls in this mid sized apartment. One of the girls, Liz had a longtime boyfriend of 3 years. They had such a messy relationship and I was sure they both hated me at the time.
Fast forward to now: I had moved back to my hometown and now live in a loft downtown. There is this new start-up gym just a block from where I live that I have been going to for the past year and I really love it. It’s quiet and all of the equipment is new. So quiet, I would doubt the gym would get more than 10 people coming through the doors all day.
So, imagine my surprise when at 5:30 AM (The time I normally go to the gym) I see him and his new wife at my gym. What a small world.
Anyways, from our conversation it seems like he doesn’t dislike me as I had previously thought. In fact, I think he enjoys my company. Well, that was really just a fleeting thought until I realized that I might be a sort of project to him.
Explanation:He had invited me to his community group that has a bunch of people from his church in it. They meet just 3 blocks from where I live. I declined the offer because of my past experience with a 2 year community group that was full of gossip, hate, and every kind of bad Christian stereotype you can imagine. I saved him the details and just told him I had a bad experience with the last CG I was in, but that I was willing to try out his church.
So, I went to is church. Wonderful! I really enjoyed it and it came at such a perfect time since I have been searching for a new church. However, the roommate’s ex-boyfriend, David, comes up to us and asks my husband and I to lunch with his wife sometime. I said “sure, maybe next week.”
First, what the fuck was I thinking. I hate social gatherings and lunch with a bunch of hipster strangers sounds awful. Second, I realized in that moment that he might be trying to save me. He might think that I don’t believe in God and going to lunch is the first step of “planting the seed.” How funny that I have found myself the subject of a crusade I used to play out on other non-believers in my past.
Well, I will see him tomorrow morning at the gym. Talk to you next time.