Every woman is a mystery to be solved. (Don Juan DeMarco)

When I was in the foyer waiting to squeak through the doorway, which was clogged with well-wishers shaking hands and exchanging smiles. I didn't mind the wait. I wanted to stall my exit in hopes of running into the band as they made their way out. I was reading the bulletin board as I patiently waited for the way to clear. There were signup lists for Bible study groups all over the board. People (other than me) signing up to study; that was amusing. I was so accustomed to people who were seemingly allergic to learning.

“Looking for a bible study?” he asked.

I knew it was him before I turned around. I pasted on a big smile and turned casually.

“I'm considering it.”

Halleluiah! My, wasn’t he was a beautiful specimen of God's creation! I swear his eyes actually twinkled, not in a sleazy way either. The sun just hit them and bam! They were blue, a beautiful blue.

His complexion was pale like mine but clearer. His skin was almost transparent. I could see a blue vein in his neck. I was looking at his neck because he was very close to me, given the crowd. He was too close, which I never thought I'd say but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He was perfect. He was just angelic and I felt liable to screw up. I didn't know where to look. For the first time in my life I was coy.

“I was leading the outreach group until last week; that is a great one to get involved in. If you're newer to Christianity though and would prefer learning more first, there is a new believer group,” he pointed appropriately. “The group studying Daniel is really great too. I did it last year. It changed my life.”

I wanted to jump him right then and there.

“But have a look and go where the spirit leads.”

I signed up for three groups. He wasn't in either of them. I quit them all. “It conflicts with my work schedule, sorry.” I continued going to church every Sunday and I had migrated up to the fourth row. I think he smiled at me sometimes as he played but as much as I tried I couldn't manage to catch him and converse with him again.

I was getting the impression that he was the Don Juan of New Hope Community Church. Every woman in the congregation: married, widowed, divorced, single, spinster; they all fancied him. I couldn't believe how desolate my odds were for this simple church boy. It was disgusting.