This blog is entitiled, "Love Me, Love My Atheism, or, Yet Another Reason Why I Hate Religion."
Dear reader, please allow me this one blog post to wallow in my own self-pity.
I think I have mentioned this before, but I was dating a devout Lutheran and pastor's son (ahhhhhh). We knew our religious differences going in, but I guess not to the extent they actually were. It never was a problem because it never came up. Or perhaps we made sure it wasn't a problem because we avoided the topic. Don't get me wrong, this guy was amazing. He was smart, funny, and could quote the Simpsons as well as me...but alas, that damn faith.
We both realized that there was really no future for us. We could be happy for a while, but we knew marriage and a family would be a mess, since he wanted to raise his kids Christian and I definitely did not. So it hurts, and I miss him. DAMN YOU RELIGION. YOU TOOK MY MAN FROM ME. Sigh, well it is probably for the best. Ahhh the single life.
SWF, 21, looking for a godless heathen of a man. Enjoys long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, and ripping apart the christian right. Turn ons include erotic readings of Bertrand Russel and arguing with evangelists. Sam Harris look-alikes preferred.