I turn into a wallflower at social gatherings. My friends from church always laugh at me because I get really quiet and stiff.
“Come on Ashley girl, loosen up!” they say all the time. But I am very cautious about letting my guard down too quickly these days.
Last weekend I was at a Christian singles event one of our sister churches was hosting. It was really nice. We all got dressed up, went to a beautiful banquet hall, enjoyed great music, food, and fellowship. It was a lovely evening and I met some awesome people who love God and are living the single life His way.
It’s always encouraging to see that.
During the outing, one guy—we’ll call him Evan—came walking over to me in his perfectly tailored dark gray suit, crisp white shirt, and navy blue tie. The brother had it together. I felt like I wanted to snap “in z formation” when he walked over. He was clean as the board of health.
Evan was also very handsome and tall. His caramel skin was smooth, his head was clean shaven, and he had really deep dimples. This guy looked like someone who stepped off the cover of GQ. In a word, he was gorgeous… intimidatingly so.
Immediately my friends from church started elbowing me and giggling. One of the young women pushed me in the back and said, “Stop looking mean Ashley and say hi!” I didn’t even realize I had an unpleasant frown on my face. I was just uncomfortable and obviously, it showed. So this guy walked right up to me, swag on 10, extended his hand and said, “Hello, I’m Evan and your name is…?”
“I’m Ashley,” I smiled tightly, while reaching out to shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” After I survived the awkward introduction, Evan pretty much broke the ice with a few funny comments. He was suave and very confident. Still, I didn’t get too relaxed. Since I’ve been through a few things in my life, I know that you never can really tell who someone is from one encounter. There’s no way of knowing what they’re truly thinking, whether they’re genuine, if they have ulterior motives, or if they’ re toxic. That takes prayer and spending time around that person.
As my Sweet Ma always says, “Don’t you go gettin’ attached too quick now. You’ll end up hooked into something you’ll be running to get unhooked from later!” Whenever my grandmother says that, she always does this chuckle under her breath and gets a faraway look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something that once happened to her.
Well, after about ten minutes of talking, Evan asked if we could exchange numbers. I think he saw the hesitance in me, because he quickly interjected, “I’m not a stalker or psycho, I promise!” I chuckled and grudgingly agreed.
For about three days I didn’t hear anything from him. So I just shrugged it off and assumed Evan wasn’t that interested. Then on a Wednesday evening at about 8:00, a text message popped up that said, “Hi, it’s Evan from the singles banquet. Remember?”
Of course I remembered Mr. GQ. So we started texting back and forth for about 20-25 minutes. The next day, we spoke on the phone and he was just as funny and charming.
Then on Friday evening at about 11:30 Evan sent a text that said, “What r u doing now?” I responded, “About 2 turn in. Let’s talk 2mrrw.” It was later than I was comfortable talking to this virtual stranger.
H replied, “Miss u. Can I c u 2nite?”
Uh oh, red flag!
He followed up that message with a photograph of him shirtless, showing off ripped abs, posing in front of the bathroom mirror.
Can you say turn off? Ugh!
After that, I called him. Evan picked up the phone laughing, thinking I was about to invite him over. All that laughter stopped when I told him, “I don’t get down like that.”
I was surprised when this man was still trying to change my mind about letting him pay me a visit at almost midnight! I’ll spare you the details of the conversation, but it ended with me telling him to “lose my number.”
Several years ago, before getting an education from the “school of hard knocks,” I would not have cut things off that abruptly. I used to fall so easily, so fast, and so hard. But when I discovered my true value through a relationship with the Lord and His Word, tactics like that stopped working on me. As single ladies who love God, we can’t afford to allow smooth-talking men, who have their minds on one thing, to get to us.
No matter how fine and debonair he is, if that man is trying to cause us to compromise, he’s got to go. Let him know that you won’t let an evening between the sheets to come in between you and God.
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ABOUT THE WRITER Ashley Peterson is a staff writer for EEW Magazine. Her goal is to share her personal stories, discuss current issues related to single women, and help them lead a single, saved, and satisfied like the way God intends. When asked why she shares such personal details of her life with her reading audience, Ashley says, "If God brings me out and I don't share my testimony, how can I help anyone else?" Because of her candor, Ashley Peterson's Singles columnist is rapidly becoming the most-read column on EEWMagazine.com.
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