Well. My first date almost happened when I was 17. I was meant to meet her outside the college gates. I found 5 different gates around the large college! There was a school next to it and ladies were waitingnfor kiddies there and had their umbrellas up. I tend to not recognise people at times so I assumed the one lady was a mum. Going back and fore between the gates I gave up about half an hour later as prior to the date a classmate had said she wasn't coming.
Turns out the classmate fancied hermso why he said it. The next day I got told off by her friend and that was it! I didn't date then as I didn't want to upset ladies until I was in my mid 30's.
There we were dating for a while and all was going well. She had asked me out. She was a secretive at times. I heard them mentioning solicitors but thought nothing of it. Then one day her sister (Who thought I knew) mentioned about a divorce. She suddenly clammed up as she realised the girl I was dating had not told me. All those months I'd been dating a married lady! Not knowing what to do, I went hope after and turned to the Word to see what it said, and prayed. Being a bit confused but humoured by the fact I had previously prayed for a wife... I didn't mean someone else's wife! I decided to find out the details of her husband and why they split up etc. I had seen her kiss someone when I first saw her about six months before we started dating.
The story was he had left her and gone back to live with his parents in England. I asked if there was another woman and she didn't know but assumed it was the case.
Here I should have broken it off but as we had recently been engaged, I carried on dating. To be honest I was praying and having no idea what to do as I thought she would be heartbroken. Anyway. About a month later she wanted me to take all my years holidays off for the coming month which I did as it was summer. She had also liked this van. It was a year and a half old. I took out a loan and bought it and said she would have it when we were married. The day she saw I had the van was the first day of the holidays I had taken (A whole month or more!) and she said she wanted time to think about things. I had previously prayed if it was wrong to continue the Lord would put a stop to it. Well. I let her have a day or two and text her. No reply. Tried phoning. No reply. She lived over an hours drive away. Rather then drive I gave her more time. Tried again. Thought something was odd. Every two or three days I tried texting to find out where I stood. Nothing. I thought she was upset with me. Her mum was odd in that when I had been there she kept asking me to her bedroom to look at the cupboards. I saw the cupboards and said how nice they were and went back down. Her brother and law said ii had to satisfy her parents to date her. I didn't put two and two together! Was just rather puzzled as to why she thought so much about her bedroom furniture!
Anyway, about a month and a half I text asking how she was etc. Her dad rang me and said "Will you stop contacting her!" I said "I take it that its over then?" He gasped as he didn't have a clue I didn't know what was going on as the two times she had replied over the month out of all the texts I'd sent her didn't indicate she had ended it. I had asked her more them once if it was over!
I thought I had been at fault. I remember not caring, and walking across a very busy 3 lane road without looking and didn't hear one car slow down and wasn't hit. To this day I dont know how!
A while later I was working a train and I was chatting with the train driver who let me know while she was dating me she was with a friend. I said I knew as he had been visiting her. He said "No. You dont know what I mean. They were really intermate.. A lot more then a friendly kiss!"
This had been a while before I last saw her by a few months! I looked back into how blind I'd been as when we were first dating she had another friend. I just assumed she had friends. And he kept texting her! She had done the same to him!
Anyway, I'm single and one day I will marry. The past is the past.
Mistakes made are in the past.