You've already lost when you only have barely enough to hang on. (Dashboard Confessional)

As I was stepping outside the club there were a couple people standing there handing out little bibles. What a way to spend the night.

I was going to breeze pass them when he looked up and caught me. He held out a bible and with a big smile he told me that Jesus loved me. Now what you don't understand is that I lost all control of my life that night and it had nothing to do with the Bible. The Bible didn’t dawn on my radar at first. It was him. The moment I looked at him I knew I had to have him.

He had the stature of baseball player with the heart of a do-gooder teacher, which is a bias description now because now I know that he's a teacher.

I shook his hand. “Hello, I'm Honey. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“You too,” he said quickly and tried to pass a bible onto the next pedestrian.

“And what was your name?”

The lady he was handing a bible to asked him what church he was with. He left my question hanging in the air and tended to her. I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. This, albeit attractive, bible pusher had just tossed me on the backburner. He was downright ignoring me. I was outraged. The woman with him, who couldn't be less than fifty, tried to speak cordially with me. I smiled at her and walked on by. I climbed in my car and William drove me away.