I get lots of spam. Some of it is from dating services. One recently offered me the seductive option of dating a Christian because don’t we all live for the day when we can have one. I replied, “I’d as soon date a devout Christian as I would a leprous toad.” When I didn’t hear back from them, I thought they had taken the hint.

But no, today I got another wonderful opportunity to date a Christian single. Again, I E mailed them, “If your Christian single is anything like Rick Santorum, I’m going to vomit.” And I deleted it again as spam. But,like the blood stain of the Canterville ghost, I think they’re going to be back.

I think you all know I was born into a Christian family. My mother believed in God. My dad never mentioned God. It didn’t seem to be on his radar. But he was frightened that I would grow up to be a “bad” girl, and just to prove him right, I did. And if you think there is no connection between his paranoia and the awful choies I made, you would be wrong. It’s called rebellion. How much healthier my young life would have been if my dad had been a sympathetic listener instead of a hysterical prison warden.

As for religion, It’s not so much that I totally refute the existence of a deity, or as I see it, a cosmic consciousness, but that I adamantly and totally despise the way many of the faithful of every religion distort its teachings to further their own agenda. And the last thing I need, were I to be single again and want to date, is some Christian Evangelical control freak nay saying my every thought.

I’ve been posting some of my political opinions on Facebook and the 17-year-old son of my tailor friend, Susan, who returned to Wisconsin because she couldn’t make a living here, has discovered me. I knew him and his sister while Susan was still here, but he didn’t take much notice of me. But now he is liking what I write, and I am getting such a kick out of that. Susan recently E mailed me that he wanted to know if he could “friend” me. How charming. Of course I said yes.

xx, Teal