Being a Christian at a secular university with lots of boys my age is quite convenient.
During my first week at Western I was in the Viking Dining Commons for dinner. I sat down at an empty table with my food and glass of water. Just as I bowed my head to silently say the blessing for the meal, I noticed a boy walk over and make a move to set down his food at my table. I shrugged it off in my mind and closed my eyes for the blessing. When I was done I opened my eyes and looked up the boy had left.
Quite convenient; it saved me the trouble of having to make small talk with him.
Near the end of the quarter about the same scenario played out. I was eating at a table by myself when a gentleman came over and asked if the seat across from me was taken. I said it was not. I figured I couldn’t ignore him; it wouldn’t be polite. So we chatted a bit about what classes we were going to be taking next quarter, what the weather was up to that day, and suchlike. He was quite polite—I was rather bored. I figured this was probably what a dinner date was like.
Well, I was feeling exceptionally impish that day and decided to test out a new theory I had. My theory is as follows:
Arielle’s Theory about Boys: A non-Christian boy will feel uncomfortable when talking with a girl that loves Jesus.
It was a simple theory, but I figured it to be true. Oh sure, a Christian girl is a nice catch for a boy. The Christian girl has had it engraved on her brain since birth that wives are to submit to husbands, never mind the second half of that verse that says that husbands are to love their wives as Christ loves the church (in other words- Christ went to the cross for us in unconditional love). Christian girls also tend to be polite, to not use swear words, and to be rather pleasant all in all.
All the better for the secular boy if the Christian girl slowly loses her love of Christ, the boy can keep her content by promising to go to church until he can wean her off that too.
Yup, I figured it was a good theory, and the poor gentleman in front of me was to become my experiment.
I brought up the topic of Christmas Break first; saying that I was going home to see my family. I figured that if he asked where ‘home’ is, I could shrug and say “Oh, south of the Olympia area.” Besides, even if I slipped and said the name of my hometown it’s not like he could track me. I don’t think having a stalker would be fun, I only had a stalker once, and it was when I was driving, but I went to a lighted parking lot and then the stalker left. Even though this fellow didn’t seem the stalker type, one can never be quite sure and it never hurts to be on the safe side.
We talked about Christmas Break for a bit then I began to reminisce about Christmas itself. I mentioned with delight the Christmas tree and the lights and snow. Then I just-as-delightedly talked of Advent, and of Dad reading the Christmas story to my mom, brother, and myself.
Mentioning advent pretty much did the trick; the polite look on his face seemed to freeze as if he was thinking: “Oh my gosh, I’ve been talking with a Christian?! And she seems to greatly like being a Christian; I guess she’s not a good catch.”
With a final flourish I said, “Well, I should be going. Nice talking with you.” He said something along those same lines and then I excused myself and left.