Bethany

There is a new guy at church who has quite simply broken the pretty scale. He's like something out of a chick lit fantasy daydream, right along with the soft lighting and the theme from A Summer Place playing in the background. Somehow he always manages to get to class only a few moments late, just in time to make a quiet but oh-so-lovely entrance.

I can't decide if it is extremely good or extremely bad to have him there. On the one hand, hello, prettiness! His is the kind of face that you'd have to pay $6.00 to see in the movie theatre, and yet I get to ogle him for an hour for free.

On the other hand, it is also quite the distraction. I have several friends who date people they know through church, which I guess really isn't that weird, but for some reason I always feel the need to keep those two areas of my life rigidly separated. It is getting much harder, though. I find myself thinking about things of, ahem, a distinctly un-church-y nature, and have to set myself straight. "Okay, self, okay. Okay. Jesus. God. The pope. Wait, oops, I'm Protestant. We don't care about the pope. Dammit, I already messed up. Dammit, I just thought the word 'dammit.' Argh, I give up!"

Maybe I should just try talking to him, but that would be too easy and make too much sense! Since when have I ever gone that route? Besides, he might lose all of his ethereal charm if I discovered that he deigned to talk to mere mortals, and then I wouldn't have anything to write about in here any more.