“Here's a good way to make sure you don't hold someone's hand, or kiss them-your husband is down the line somewhere. How do you think he would feel if he knew you were kissing someone else, holding someone elses hand?”
My wife dated before she met me. She held hands with a man. She kissed a man. The man let his mother talk him out of committing to an interracial marriage. They broke up, she found me, we married.
I’m fine with her having been with and left this idiot. So there’s no regrets, no fear of lost opportunities.
“Giving what is his away.”
It’s not ‘mine’ now, it certainly wasn’t mine before we met.
“I mean, how would you feel if you knew your husband had already given his kiss away, or even his entire purity?”
you know, we can brush teeth and take a shower and there are no cooties left on our person.
“We all dream of a guy who hasn't done anything with another girl right?”
I kinda hoped for competence, frankly.
“It goes both ways. And also, that guy you kiss is someone elses future husband.”
Not necessarily. I mean, he was a loser.
“So I also had to repent of not only not staying faithful to my future husband and giving away something that was rightfully his, but taking away his first kiss aswell.”
God preserve me from your follower’s hangups.
“A first kiss that rightfully belonged to someone else. But I've repented, and I've made a promise, a vow to God, to wait.”
Good for you. I guess.