Draft Party Supreme

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Tonight, a bunch of my friends gathered together to watch the first PRE-season game of the Dallas Cowboys and conduct a live draft for their fantasy football league. I don't have much (if any) interest in fantasy football anymore, let alone the time, but, since they made a point of inviting me, I came anyways. It was fun. When I walked in the door, the first person I ran into was my good buddy, Richie. I've known this guy since I was in the 4th grade, but I haven't seen him in awhile. I think I suprised him by greeting him with a hug. I was glad to see him. It was good to see everyone. I generally managed to avoid seeing their computer screens whenever they'd put up videos of bouncing boobs (this happens quite a lot over there), and, while they were conducting their draft, I had the time to do a little bit of work on a project for a friend. I had my laptop with me.

After I came in, I had a good chat with my buddy, Vlad, whom I haven't really talked to in quite awhile. He's been, admittedly, avoiding me a bit. He told me awhile back that he had decided I was being too judgemental of him. I don't know exactly if I was or not, but I know I never meant to be judgemental at all. I just wanted to be the kind of friend that would push him into doing stuff with his life, etc. at a time when he wasn't really doing anything. I was sad that he stopped talking to me, and, at least for tonight, it was forgotten. The first thing he wanted to know about was concerning rumors. There have apparently been a few floating around about myself and my Musankisha, and he wanted to know the truth. I did what I've been doing everytime someone has asked me: I gave him a brief synopsis of the truth. People are shocked that I take our relationship so seriously when we haven't even met yet. The closest we've come is via Skype's video chat. It's hard battling disinformation sometimes. I'm glad I didn't have to with Vlad. Ironically, after I had my laptop setup and while they were conducting their live draft, my amazingly awesome Musankisha called me on Skype. She said she wasn't going to activate the video from her end because she might be embarressed or embarress me or somesuch. I think I somehow conned her into it, but I'm not really sure how. At any rate, I suddenly had a crowd of (mostly) single guys crowding over my shoulder, eager to meet my "very cute" (as one of them described her) girlfriend. It was fun. I hope she didn't mind being a spectacle for a moment. I didn't mean for her to be! It was kind of cool being able to introduce her to everyone though. My friends can all attest that I have not dated very many people in my lifetime. I can count the number of "girlfriends" I've had on one hand. Heck, I can count the number of girls I've dated on one hand! I remember that this used to really bother me at one point, but my opinion has, over time, really changed. I'm glad of it now. My logic is this : If I only marry one woman (and that is my desire), then I only need to date that one woman. Let God lead her to me. If there's only one woman, then there should be no need for others, right? Maybe they were there along the way to help me learn a little bit about love, in preparation for the one woman I will marry. It's good then, I have decided, to not seek anyone out unless I believe God is leading me to her. I believe God has been leading me to my Musankisha, now.

So, my Musankisha got to be a spectacle for awhile. She was the only girl at the party (other than the ones that would later appear via short video clips at several of my friend's commands over the internet from sites like youtube.com). I sometimes wonder, out of curiousity, what Christ would have done if the tax collectors he would dine with suddenly produced a bunch of strippers for entertainment during dinner. Maybe I'm not the first person to ask that question, but it's got me wondering a little bit. I can remember when, during a Superbowl part over there a couple of years ago, my friends ordered the "Girls Gone Wild" superbowl halftime show. I sat outside during that, and I recieved a lot of fire for it. What would Christ have done? How would he have handled that kind of situation where the people want to sin around Him in such a fashion? I think that the easy legalistic answer would be that He would of left during the time they were engaged in such activities, like I did in that circumstance. But, in His love for the sinners, (although not for the sin) how would he have reached out to them to show them that they were doing wrong?

My cat is calling me to feed him, and I think that I told my Musankisha to wake me up in about 4 or 5 hours. So, I'd better go to sleep. The Cowboys won, btw. Feel free to drop any opinions as to how stupid my ponderings might be if you would like, or anything else.

Guten Nacht!

Batman: Ma Parker's girl is more dangerous than her three boys.
Robin: Her legs sort of reminded me of Catwoman's.
Batman: You're growing up, Robin. Remember, in crime-fighting always keep your sights raised.

- The Original 1966-1968 Batman TV series (Episode 2.10 Ma Parker)