I'm a bit of a bigger man looking for a long-term relationship with a SWF. I want someone to share my excitement and fears with, someone I can depend on, someone I can know will always be there, no matter what. It's getting to the point for me where I feel like I've had my fun, it's time to settle down and find something solid... like a big, dependable rock. Well, a feminine-like rock, I guess. Does this sound good to you at all? Have you had enough of galavanting around town with your girlfriends, having to settle for the same old different men night after night? Doesn't the thought of Christmas sweaters and a roomfull of children taking turns reading chapters from The Good Book sound pretty nice? Well, if you feel the same way I do, then hopefully this post won't end up in vain.
To tell a little about myself: I've spent the past 27 years as a lathe operator, and was a floor cleaner at ChemLot Industries in Southern Arkansas before that. I'll tell ya, I've met some pretty exciting people and made a LOT of tools in my time, no one can dispute it. I've also been a BORN AGAIN CHRISTIAN (thank you very much) since I was eight years old, which means that I've never been inclined to take part in any un-Godly activities. To put it in short- If something isn't annointed by our Lord and Savior, I won't even so much as give it a glance.
I guess what I'm looking for is a woman who has strong convictions about her faith, knows how to give a good footrub, and understands what the Bible says about a woman's role in a relationship. These are my favorite verses on the subject:
"For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman; but the woman for the man." (I Corinthians 11:8-9)
"Let the women learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression." (I Timothy 2:11-14)
"Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything." (Ephesians 5:22-24)
Now, if you have a problem with those and you think they're a little hard to digest, then let's take a look into Genesis:
"Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee." (Genesis 3:16)
I guess we can say it's just a good thing that I only preach and commit myself wholeheartedly to only certain parts of the Bible, eh? Some of God's word can get a bit intense at times, bless Him, and I can understand that, but I think that some of these feminist types should just consider themselves lucky that the world is as disobedient to the scripture as it is.
Anyways, what I'm trying to say I guess is that the ONLY way a relationship can work out is by seeing eye-to-eye on that aspect. Also, couples that pray together stay together.
I don't really have a lot of friends, so you shouldn't either. I had a relationship once with a young lady where that became a problem. She liked to go hang with this girlfriend she'd had since high school twice a month or so and, just like any normal person would, I got really upset. The first few times I'd get all weird and passive-aggressive whenever she came home, and pretty soon I just started getting weird and passive-aggressive whenever her phone rang. I started to wonder, "Why am I doing this? What do I need to figure out here?" and then I realized that it was because a relationship isn't meant to be like that. People should put every ounce of their focus into each other, and if those lines of focus and energy start to stray elsewhere at any moment, even if for only a split-second, the relationship is doomed to fail. Why she couldn't understand something so simple seems crazy to me... but things happen as they do, and I had to move on.
Anyways, this post is turning out to be a novel, and I don't want to scare anyone off now, do I? I guess I'm just very particular and I feel like I have a lot to offer. It's not every day you women will find a man that is so steadfast and unmoving in his beliefs, ideals, and in his love for Christ. I might not be the best looker, but I'm pretty sure men are more concerned with how the opposite sex looks than women are. So if you're fed up with the Non-committal Neds, the Fast-Moving Freddies and the Drinking Darrens, then send me an email and we can get started on the rest of our lives together. Forever. And Ever.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Mr. Goodley
Bill Goodley smiled and nodded his head quickly, let out the same, trademark Goodley laugh he'd probably been laughing for his entire life, and shook his shoulders up and down as he did so, as if to emphasize. It was almost as if someone pulled a string on the back of his neck every time a moment came across that was maybe a bit tense, or one that seemed to call for reassurance. This habit seemed like something meant to emphasize what a good-natured, non-threatening person he was to everyone, and to reassure himself of this fact as well. He didn't fool me though. What I couldn't help but see was a scared animal, trapped in a corner, frantically looking around for any possibility to escape.
People say that the individuals who get caught up in the most vile, sickening crimes are the ones you would least expect, but I have to wonder if that's just a common misconception because no one takes the time to try and recognize the torture that people like Bill Goodley endure. I can imagine his father training him in the ways of the Goodley name,
"Never let yourself be anything less than good-natured",
"Kill them with kindness, son",
"You can just take comfort in the fact that you'll be a much better person than that old bully, you know? Imagine how awful his life will be with that attitude! That's punishment enough for him, wouldn't you say? We Goodleys always do the right thing, and you're a Goodley, Bill. Keep this in your heart and the Lord will bless you with rewards every day, you'll see."
I can imagine poor Bill going through his entire life, never taking anything for himself, never drawing boundaries, never letting anyone on to the fact that he might be feeling less than genial... One can see the frustration in his smile. It's turned up in a happy sort of way, the way smiles usually are, but looking into his eyes tells a much different story- one about a man who gave in and catered to everyone else's needs... A man who'll probably snap one day, maybe soon.
While talking to him, I wanted so badly to shout, "Hey! I'm right here! Where are you? Talk to me, Bill. Tell me something you'd never tell anyone else. I'll never repeat it, I promise. You might not know me, but I'm calling your bluff and giving you an opportunity for some well-needed expression. I can see the secrets almost seeping through your pores, and I can see the demon in your head. You know what I mean, don't you? There is something that needs to come out, no matter how messy it gets, and I doubt if even your good-natured wife over there knows about it. How could you tell her anyways? She looks as if she would spontaneously combust if you started to have a real conversation with her about how you feel. So, c'mon
Bill, let's have it."
I'm sure it's a bit presumptuous to assert that I might know what a man thinks from spending five minutes with him, but I'd bet my childrens' eyeballs that Mr. Goodley is going to lose his grip completely one day soon. Will I start to lose touch more and more with (at least what I percieve now to be) reality when I get older? Will the presence of major responsibilities and rules I've made for myself, compiled with the inability to relate with whatever ideas the youth culture might have then, drive me to insanity one day? Since I've reached adulthood, that's probably the only thing that's ever frightened me to my core.
People say that the individuals who get caught up in the most vile, sickening crimes are the ones you would least expect, but I have to wonder if that's just a common misconception because no one takes the time to try and recognize the torture that people like Bill Goodley endure. I can imagine his father training him in the ways of the Goodley name,
"Never let yourself be anything less than good-natured",
"Kill them with kindness, son",
"You can just take comfort in the fact that you'll be a much better person than that old bully, you know? Imagine how awful his life will be with that attitude! That's punishment enough for him, wouldn't you say? We Goodleys always do the right thing, and you're a Goodley, Bill. Keep this in your heart and the Lord will bless you with rewards every day, you'll see."
I can imagine poor Bill going through his entire life, never taking anything for himself, never drawing boundaries, never letting anyone on to the fact that he might be feeling less than genial... One can see the frustration in his smile. It's turned up in a happy sort of way, the way smiles usually are, but looking into his eyes tells a much different story- one about a man who gave in and catered to everyone else's needs... A man who'll probably snap one day, maybe soon.
While talking to him, I wanted so badly to shout, "Hey! I'm right here! Where are you? Talk to me, Bill. Tell me something you'd never tell anyone else. I'll never repeat it, I promise. You might not know me, but I'm calling your bluff and giving you an opportunity for some well-needed expression. I can see the secrets almost seeping through your pores, and I can see the demon in your head. You know what I mean, don't you? There is something that needs to come out, no matter how messy it gets, and I doubt if even your good-natured wife over there knows about it. How could you tell her anyways? She looks as if she would spontaneously combust if you started to have a real conversation with her about how you feel. So, c'mon
Bill, let's have it."
I'm sure it's a bit presumptuous to assert that I might know what a man thinks from spending five minutes with him, but I'd bet my childrens' eyeballs that Mr. Goodley is going to lose his grip completely one day soon. Will I start to lose touch more and more with (at least what I percieve now to be) reality when I get older? Will the presence of major responsibilities and rules I've made for myself, compiled with the inability to relate with whatever ideas the youth culture might have then, drive me to insanity one day? Since I've reached adulthood, that's probably the only thing that's ever frightened me to my core.
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