Stand Your Ground
I really don’t like changing my phone number because it’s such a chore trying to let everyone know that there are seven new digits to call if they want to reach me. But recently, it became very clear that the guy I met at a Christian singles conference a little while ago had some real issues.
I told you about Evan.
When I first met him, he was dressed to the nines, handsome, funny, charming, and everything. My friends from church felt like I needed to stop being a prude and give the guy a try. So I reluctantly gave him my number, which turned out to be a big mistake. Evan sent me a shirtless picture and asked if he could come over at almost midnight just a few days after he met me, so I knew his mind was only on one thing.
I told “Mr. Abs,” who was more than happy to flash his six-pack in front of the mirror, to get lost. And that was the end of that. You can feel free to read the whole story here in case you missed it.
I thought I was completely rid of him until a couple weeks ago when I received a two-word text message that said, “Remember me?” When I saw the question on my iPhone screen, I didn’t recognize the number from which it came because I had deleted his information.
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