chevalier:
Hmm… hmm… you seem to be agreeing with me more and more. Or were you from the beginning? I don’t know. I agree with you on that one. I agree on the fellow from your dorm – but what is the “serially” adverb doing there? If he had done the same with all of them at one time, that would be even worse. Or if he hadn’t been serious but merely playing.
Oh, who knows. These struck me as some foolish, foolish people, but you can’t read hearts and I didn’t know them that well. By “serial,” I mean I’d ask, upon seeing him with Carol on his arm, “He’s dating Carol? Wasn’t he just dating Shannon? And wasn’t Judy about ready to take Shannon to the mat for “stealing her man”? What
is it with him?” I never heard that he was dating two girls at the same time, but he never did anything that impressed me, either. By his lights, it was okay if they were his “girlfriends”, one at a time. By my lights, he was in there as long as it was good for him, and then he was gone. Monogamy, my foot. I’d far rather find myself in a triangle with a guy who had just started a serious thing with me and then couldn’t decide between me and some other woman that hit him like a load of bricks than go steady with a loser like that. At least with the load of bricks, I could have some respect for the guy.
Actually, I was engaged to a guy who “couldn’t decide.” That was his decision right there, as far as I was concerned. I was
outta there. Still, I wouldn’t have sent him straight to hell for getting cold feet or for his clumsy, gutless exit. Don’t get me wrong: he lied to me and he was not being fair to her, either, but he was playing with my affections far less than “Mr. Serial-Monogamy.” All I can say looking back is “Thank heavens”, because if my “good Catholic” fiance hadn’t started dating someone else, I probably wouldn’t have had the sense to tell him to get lost. He was a
bad match for me, but I don’t know what else would have made me see that. My fiance couldn’t (or thought he couldn’t)… I was a wonderful girl, the dress was ordered, his family was thrilled, his friends were all thrilled, and so he just didn’t have the courage to stop the train. My family? They were far less than thrilled, but wouldn’t say so. That he alone should get eternal separation from God, for that… always? Oh, mercy, you are a hard-hearted one! That it is hell on earth is enough.
Tell people that while social dating is fine, this juggling of hearts is both foolish and mean, that “romantic” dating not only has its perils but is not the fun it’s cracked up to be, that you’re not at the altar until you’re
at the altar and the "I DO"s are said. Tell them they may always turn back and there’s no sin in that! Drill THAT into their heads! I would even tell them to forbid themselves a date of any kind for a month or two at least after they break off a long-time courtship. One at a time and then some… I could get on board with that. But telling them that those imprudent things are always a mortal sin, enough to earn them a one-way ticket to eternal damnation? Particularly since these are decisions made while running on fumes in the brain department, that is a tall statement, and one that should not be made lightly.