Reply #53: I once dated a fundie nutcase. Gee, what fun.

[Systematic Chaos]

This was before my DU days, back in 1998. I lived and worked in Pahrump, NV back then, and the only things to do socially pretty much involved bars in that town. That's not my style. As you may recall, phone dating was the big thing back then, as the internet was still young and I didn't own a computer anyway. I placed an ad with the Las Vegas singles rag and spoke with a few women, nothing really came of any of it until I got a contact from this one girl who professed to be a Christian. I "dated" her for several months, and was really in love with a number of her good points (yes, she really did have a few), but she insisted on keeping me at arm's length because I was honest about my non-Christian status. She worked as a nanny in Las Vegas proper, by the way, and most of her income was room and board, so guess who not only paid for everything, but when we did restaurants she was always damn near certain to order the most expensive thing on the menu.

Our final evening together was shortly after my 30th birthday in 1999. She seemed to want to talk about things, and I wanted to try and reconcile the whole Christianity issue, so we decided to go in my car to the outskirts of town where what roads there were were just gravel trails, and it was nice and quiet. She started talking, at length, about her previous boyfriend and how he mistreated her and everything. I listened to this for a while, and then came out and asked her if she didn't think I was very different from this guy, and was it really such a big deal that I didn't have the same faith she did? Her answer to that was to say that, and I quote, "I have no problem with a man putting me in my place".

Then -- and remember, we were off on some dark gravel trail with the nearest houses about a mile away -- she started talking explicitly about her sex life with this former boyfriend. I'm talking oral sex and everything. I'm sitting there in the dark, with this woman I'm in love with sitting right next to me telling me on the one hand that she could never love me, and on the other sending me into a blue-balled frenzy. As soon as I could find the words to ask if she was ready to go home, I did so. We talked a couple days later, and I asked her why the fuck she thought it was a good idea to mess up my head the way she did, and her reply was something like "well, I figured since you weren't able to have me, this would be the next best thing". And that was the last, or close to the last, time I saw her. We spoke on the phone now and again after that, but ironically it was over Christmas of that year when I left a couple of messages on her machine wishing her and the family she worked for a Merry Christmas and she never bothered calling back.

One thing I wonder is if she somehow didn't want me to pull something on her in the car that night. I've never been the type of guy to try and force contact with a woman, but I wonder how many guys out there would have in response to all of her dirty talk that night?

I'm not usually the kind of person to wish things like this on people, but I hope she spends the rest of her life enslaved to some Dominionist man who makes her life a lonely living nightmare.