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We agreed to meet again a few nights later, and took a walk around his neighborhood in Washington Heights. I had been alone for a long time and I was looking to intertwine limbs with someone soon. It wasn’t long before the dreaded text message came.The sun was just dipping below the horizon when we arrived at his church, Mother Cabrini on Fort Washington Avenue. He brushed his hair back, and I noticed the ring on his pinky was missing. I asked myself, “What blouse do you wear to an awkward conversation?Patrick’s profile might have read “Married lonely guy looking for someone to talk to.” I doubt I would have liked him as much if I’d never gotten the opportunity to listen to him open up and tell the truth.We hugged before we parted, and I didn’t hear anything from him again until the following Easter, almost a year later.He bought me a Mc Frappe to soften the blow I knew was coming. There were plenty of homophobes, and men who felt women should be strictly under their patriarchal domain.I thought to myself, "Where is the Christian in this mingle? I have something to tell you.” When Patrick suddenly sent me this text, I knew it couldn’t be a good thing.
He taught me some French phrases and I tried to impress him with the few words I already knew.On our first date, Patrick suggested we take a Sunday afternoon walk on the Highline after our respective church services.As I climbed the last of the steps to the top of the old train platform, I recognized him right away.I was convinced that God was keeping a tally of my sexual indiscretions and punishing me for them.Though I knew it would be hard, I vowed to live more chastely, determined to curb any libidinous activity until I was at least in a solid relationship with a decent Christian man.