“My father is a pastor…you know, like, of a church.” I explained sheepishly.
“Oh, so you’re a pastor’s kid?” My co-worker asked.
I nodded.
“I dated a pastor’s kid once,” She continued, barely noticing my assent.”For four years.”
I apologized, and she smiled and continued. “No, he was a good kid. But I had to call it off when I realized I liked his parents more than I liked him. They were really nice people. Lutherans — really nice people. I could sit through his father’s sermons too. You know? I could listen to him. He didn’t talk down to people. He was just really wise and would just teach, not have to ‘preach’, you know what I mean? He was a smart guy, had a PhD or something, but you never could tell, he was just so humble and simple.”
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