women being the aggressor in a relationship. Being the supportive person that Mother Doreen was, she had suggested to Tamarra that if she were going to ask a man out, then she couldnât think of a better place for them to go than to church.
So Tamarra decided to take both the advice of her now best friend, Paige, who sheâd only known for a little over a year, and the advice of Mother Doreen, a woman sheâd known since walking into New Day Temple of Faith nine years ago. She asked the man to accompany her to Sunday service, promising theyâd go to lunch afterward. Tamarra even put the cherry on top of this womenâs lib thing by offering to pick up her date.
Whoever told Mother Doreen that church was the perfect place for a Christian to ask a nonChristian to go to for their first date should have asked somebody; somebody like Tamarra. It turned out to be a disaster. Tamarra should have foreseen as much on the drive over to the church. She compared their ride to church that morning to the ride Damien, the little boy in the movie The Omen , took to chruch.
At first Tamarra thought he was just nervous about their date when sweat began to pour from his forehead. The same way sweat shot from his pores, so did his questions about church.
âThey donât make you stand up and speak when youâre a first-time visitor do they?â he asked, loosening his tie. âIs it Communion Sunday? Does your church use real wine? I could use a drink.â Chuckle. Chuckle.
Tamarra assured him that New Day was very welcoming and that heâd feel right at home. She thought that would make him feel more relaxed, but the questions kept coming and nothing she said seemed to comfort him.
By the time they arrived at church, he looked like heâd done a few laps in the pool with Michael Phelps. He was drenched in perspiration. Tamarra had made a mental note once she got to know him better to suggest to him a stronger antiperspirant as she tried to ignore the stench being released from his armpits.
During service, at a time when the spiritual realm was high thanks to the anointing of the praise and worship team, a cell phone went off. Even though Tamarra closed her eyes and said a quick prayer that the ringing cell phone belonged to anyone other than her date, she wasnât so lucky. Lo and behold, she opened one eye only to see her date shutting off his cell phone. And there it was. His Caribbean themed ring tone had breached the Spirit.
Needless to say, their lunch was nixed. Even-though her date had tapped her on the shoulder during the reading of the announcements and told her that he was going to the bathroom, and then never returned, she wouldnât have gone out to lunch with him anyway. As far as Tamarra was concerned, heâd done her a favor by keeping her from losing her Christianity. She had already made up in her mind that she wasnât going to waste the four-dollar gallon of gas dropping him off back home. Sheâd had every intention of leaving his butt right there on the church door steps, chalking it off as the worst date ever. With that being said, her date with Maeyl could only be better.
In preparation for her date, Tamarra stood over her bathroom sink and ran some water on her hands. She then ran her wet hands through her hair, which she wore short and natural. She reached underneath the sink and pulled out a bottle of foam setting lotion and put a few pumps in her hands, then scrunched her hair. The natural curls began to tighten. Voila! That took care of her hair. Sheâd already showered and she didnât wear make-up, with the exception of lip gloss to keep her lips moist, so her next step was getting dressed.
Just before stepping into the shower, she decided on a mustard colored linen skirt and tunic outfit with matching ankle strap sandals. She slid into her clothes, then walked over to her dresser so that she could accessorize. An hour later, she was ready. With a
So Tamarra decided to take both the advice of her now best friend, Paige, who sheâd only known for a little over a year, and the advice of Mother Doreen, a woman sheâd known since walking into New Day Temple of Faith nine years ago. She asked the man to accompany her to Sunday service, promising theyâd go to lunch afterward. Tamarra even put the cherry on top of this womenâs lib thing by offering to pick up her date.
Whoever told Mother Doreen that church was the perfect place for a Christian to ask a nonChristian to go to for their first date should have asked somebody; somebody like Tamarra. It turned out to be a disaster. Tamarra should have foreseen as much on the drive over to the church. She compared their ride to church that morning to the ride Damien, the little boy in the movie The Omen , took to chruch.
At first Tamarra thought he was just nervous about their date when sweat began to pour from his forehead. The same way sweat shot from his pores, so did his questions about church.
âThey donât make you stand up and speak when youâre a first-time visitor do they?â he asked, loosening his tie. âIs it Communion Sunday? Does your church use real wine? I could use a drink.â Chuckle. Chuckle.
Tamarra assured him that New Day was very welcoming and that heâd feel right at home. She thought that would make him feel more relaxed, but the questions kept coming and nothing she said seemed to comfort him.
By the time they arrived at church, he looked like heâd done a few laps in the pool with Michael Phelps. He was drenched in perspiration. Tamarra had made a mental note once she got to know him better to suggest to him a stronger antiperspirant as she tried to ignore the stench being released from his armpits.
During service, at a time when the spiritual realm was high thanks to the anointing of the praise and worship team, a cell phone went off. Even though Tamarra closed her eyes and said a quick prayer that the ringing cell phone belonged to anyone other than her date, she wasnât so lucky. Lo and behold, she opened one eye only to see her date shutting off his cell phone. And there it was. His Caribbean themed ring tone had breached the Spirit.
Needless to say, their lunch was nixed. Even-though her date had tapped her on the shoulder during the reading of the announcements and told her that he was going to the bathroom, and then never returned, she wouldnât have gone out to lunch with him anyway. As far as Tamarra was concerned, heâd done her a favor by keeping her from losing her Christianity. She had already made up in her mind that she wasnât going to waste the four-dollar gallon of gas dropping him off back home. Sheâd had every intention of leaving his butt right there on the church door steps, chalking it off as the worst date ever. With that being said, her date with Maeyl could only be better.
In preparation for her date, Tamarra stood over her bathroom sink and ran some water on her hands. She then ran her wet hands through her hair, which she wore short and natural. She reached underneath the sink and pulled out a bottle of foam setting lotion and put a few pumps in her hands, then scrunched her hair. The natural curls began to tighten. Voila! That took care of her hair. Sheâd already showered and she didnât wear make-up, with the exception of lip gloss to keep her lips moist, so her next step was getting dressed.
Just before stepping into the shower, she decided on a mustard colored linen skirt and tunic outfit with matching ankle strap sandals. She slid into her clothes, then walked over to her dresser so that she could accessorize. An hour later, she was ready. With a
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