A Guy I Could Marry

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Submitted: December 31, 2007

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Every time my shoulder awkwardly brushes past his, our eyes lock. What I see in them is something I have never seen before. It’s difficult to describe. I just get this sense that he is a really good guy, someone with a decent heart. He’s the kind of guy I could marry.
Okay, let me start at the beginning and do a little explaining. He’s a skinny guy with curly dark hair and I know him from church. Honestly, I don’t really know him that well. I switched churches a few months ago and for some reason his face always stood out in the crowd. I didn’t want to just ask for his name (keep in mind, I’m very awkward with introductions), so I just waited, and one day I indirectly found it out. He was up front, being presented with a certificate from Covenant College. Covenant is a small college made up of people from our church, most of them older, attending only part time, except him – Stephen.
A couple weeks ago, my dad and I were having one of our deep Christianity talks. As usual, we were eating our weekly Arby’s meal (I absolutely love their curly fries…unbelievably good). Between bites of his sandwich, my dad said “Oh yeah there’s plenty of people at our church who have changed a lot since they’ve been there. One guy was even in jail when he was younger.”
“Who?” I asked, sipping my water. I was interested now.
“Steve Johnson, you know him don’t you?”
“Who??”
“Come on, I’m sure you know him.”
“What does he look like?”
“He’s kind of short, dark hair…” My dad finished his sandwich and began on the turnover.
“I really don’t know who you’re talking about,” I cocked my head to the side, in thought.
“I can’t believe you don’t know Steve,” my dad didn’t seem so convinced.
The next Sunday, after service, my dad comes up to me and says “Come here I want you to meet someone.” Five seconds later I’m face to face with Stephen. It was only then, as he shook my hand, that I realized that “Steve” was the same person as “Stephen.” I guess I’m not always the brightest.
But I am intuitive, that’s for sure. It seems like wherever I go, my intuition tells me something about the people I encounter. I perceive what others seem to miss. God has given me the gift of discernment – and trust me, I’m still learning how to use it wisely.
So it came to me as a huge shock that Stephen was in jail. It was almost a bigger shock when today my dad told me Steve used to have a ponytail. Never would have guessed that. He’s so clean cut now. I mean, he seriously looks…squeaky clean.
Anyway, even though his past surprises me, I try not to let that affect my view of him so much. After all, he’s a human just like the rest of us. Every week I see him at church and it’s still awkward as ever (first, he stares into my eyes, then he quickly looks away) but it’s kind of cute. His awkwardness is what I love about him. Not that I like him…like that. I just…would like to become better friends with him. My dad’s always saying the world has a shortage of good male role models – why not hang around them more often when they do come along?
Sure, Stephen’s the kind of guy I could marry. But for now, he’s the kind of guy I love like a brother.


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