Dating guy different religion

He's even admitted he hopes I'll "come around." I get so defensive and angry, I start throwing out obtuse generalizations like "religion has oppressed women for centuries!" to which he replies: "If you look at the way Jesus was portrayed in the Bible, he was the most radical empowerer of women of all time." He may be right (it's been a while since I perused the Good Book), but I'd still like to let out a long sigh here.

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On the subject of good, available men, single women in their thirties don't need to be reminded that the pickings are slim. I never thought I would be 34, sharing a cheese soufflé and a bottle of Chablis over dinner with a cherub-like guy who occasionally quotes Jesus.

Many of us have accepted that if we want to have a child with a partner -- while our clocks are ticking like the bells of Westminster Abbey -- we may have to compromise instead of waiting around for the elusive Mr. I really thought by now I'd be married to my childhood fantasy (Mr.

But then, somehow, his Christianity will snake back into our relationship, resulting in heated, teary discussions about how we'd raise children.

He wants to take them to church every Sunday to "help them understand the love of God." I tell him I don't want our children to be brainwashed and if he takes them to church one Sunday, he has to take them to a mosque the next weekend, and then to a temple, etc.

There was a short period when I was around eight or nine when I was convinced I would "be doomed to hell" if I did anything bad, like, for example, putting Jell-O in my brother's bed (even if he did deserve it).

I don't even know when I first came across the notion of a god or hell, probably from evangelicals on daytime television.

I like to believe there's something out there, some mysterious universal power, but it's not anything I try to define or pretend to understand.

In fact, I embrace the enigma of it all and, as my best friend -- a self-described Buddhist -- likes to say, "all we know is that we just don't know." Can't we just embrace the mystery of life, simply be good and hope for the best? My Christian boyfriend jokingly calls me an imp -- and I call him a fruitcake.

(It's also a great excuse to throw a fancy party with all the people you love.) He thinks pre-marital sex is unholy, and I don't think I can marry someone without having a trial run.

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