Borded at work with nothing to do but read your posts and get the courage to write my own.
So I will remember this day/night as though it has been seared into my brain, thus the long post (go to the **** to skip the back story).
Names have been changed.
Like the title says, I was a good little church boy, I had been going to church since I can remember. I even worked at most of my churches off and on.
I first met Jane at church when we were in high school. We were kind of forced to talk as I was her “boss”. She had volunteered in the kids nursery where I was working at the time. She was a pretty, tall, skinny girl. However, I being the good church boy never thought to pursue her, not to mention I was stupid shy and too focused on work. I then graduated high school and went to college out of town and we never saw each other again. That is until about 8 years later.