I’ve been looking at this guy from afar. He’s a brother in the Light of Jesus family, a Catholic group  I belong to. I know his name from reading an article about him in the Kerygma magazine. He’s a single parent like me with a young daughter. He may even be younger than me but I don’t care. Him I want. Or at least, the likes of him I want.

He is wont to sit in front at the Feast, a tall, slim presence. Several Sundays ago I saw him as his location in Valle Verde Country Club was flashed on the screen. I pointed at him with my fingers shaking and I told Janet, “Look at him. He’s my crush. “Janet shushed me and said, “You’re not here in church to cruise.” I laughed heartily.

In jest I spoke to God, “Would you give him to me even if I’m porcine?” “Not bloody likely!, ” I heard God say. Nah. Nah. He didn’t say anything. But I bet he chuckled in his pearly accommodations up in heaven. Far down below , he has a daughter named Imelda who’s such a loony setting her sights on someone who does not know her next to Eve.

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