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I know it's a bit belated, but I thought I'd put in my story, because it still makes me laugh.
Have just started college. First real boyfriend. We see each other every weekend. I'm goofy over him. His folks are great. My folks like him, too. He's a sweet Christian boy, just what my mother wants. One day he calls me and says, "God is telling me that I have to break up with you."
Well gee, can't exactly argue with that. Who am I to say what God is or isn't saying to anyone else? I figure that if he is cowardly enough to blame God for wanting to break up, rather than just owning up, that I should take the opportunity and cut my losses.
Two weeks later I find out that he has been sending flowers to a friend of his everyday since he called me. Two months later, I hear that she is pregnant. One month later I hear that she left him, telling everyone she knew that he was "too much of a pussy." One month after that, he calls me to ask how I'm doing, and I get the chance to say "A hell of a lot better than you. How's your faith, these days?"
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