Don't be deceived by his favorite saint

He told me his favorite saint. And his favorite hymn. Heck, he even told me his favorite name for Mary.

And then he told me…or rather, propositioned me (note word choice to indicate things I refuse to come right out and say on a blog that has the word ‘Catholic’ in its address).

For something that would have our own Virgin Mary covering her eyes and ears.

I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a bulk shipment of rosaries and scapulars from heaven after some of the words that crossed my im screen. As a matter of fact, I’m surprised the archbishop himself didn’t show up outside my door at that exact moment for the confession I needed just from comprehending said proposition.

I thought I was on a Catholic dating website. I thought I was in a safety zone. I thought these boys were nice. Gentlemanly. Not of the same breed that posts to the casual encounters section of craigslist.

I didn’t realize I had put myself up for sale on a meat market for traveling businessmen.