I found out he was Jewish and had some hard times with the church, so he didn’t really do the church thing anymore. Soon followed a skinny guy who mentioned he used to go to church.He liked playing volleyball, so I told him to call my church because one of the members there played in a city league. Then came the blonde-haired guy who I had eyed earlier walking in. I think it was because he had a good sense of humor. Without flinching, he told me he didn’t go because he found the preaching boring and ill-prepared. And then he added, “I am not against going to church.” I couldn’t tell if that was an honest answer or just a way to please me.
From there, the girl could call the guy, or the guy could call the girl. OK, so now that you understand the guidelines, let’s go back in time to that particular night of my sting operation.
Now, you have to understand that part of the impetus for my being at that coffeehouse that night wasn’t just my persuasive friend.
So I headed out to the coffeehouse in my skinny jeans and brown boots, singing at the top of my lungs to some Shania Twain girl-powered song to bolster my confidence. Enjoy the process and don’t worry about the results. My relaxed outlook meant that the guy would also be more relaxed and free to discuss anything he wished without the threat of being rejected or bulldozed.
I got there a bit early, but before long it was time for the 30-somethings to conduct their session. With this new perspective, I opted out of asking the popular questions most people would ask: Have you ever been married? The more I focused on these guys as individuals with their own personal hopes and dreams, the more I sincerely wanted to know their stories.
And then there was the guy who worked at the Edgar Cayce Institute.
He looked like he wanted to duck under the table when he found out that I worked at CBN!
This guy also told me that he was convinced there was a God because when he was young and drunk, he drove into a house, totaled his car, and walked away without a scratch. One Filipino fellow was considering joining his friend in Ecuador on a mission trip.
He sounded like he might be a Christian, or at least a churchgoer.
“Look, Laura, think of it this way,” my bright-eyed, bouncy friend persuaded me several years ago while I was in one of my indecisive, overly analytical moments.
“If it doesn’t work out, you can write an article about it!
On the appropriate night, you drive to a local venue, perhaps a coffee shop, pay the very reasonable fee (much cheaper than popcorn and a movie for two), and then tell the organizer your age range, which might be 20-29, 30-39, or 40 and up.