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Mar. 10th, 2004 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
molly_oMonday night Mark and I met with the Episcopal priest who will be marrying us for our first session of premarital counseling. Though our first choice was to be married by a friend rather than a professional, this counseling for me is a perk of having a pro. I feel good about the way we handle things, but I have that "good student" personality, I'll feel more comfortable when I've got a pat on the head from an objective authority confirming that yes, we do handle things well.
Also, Judith (the priest) is so great, she's very easygoing. I'll give an example: We had to sign a piece of paper saying we wanted a representative of the Episcopal Church to marry us, and the paper includes the church's definition of marriage, which Judith read to us and boiled down to the essentials so we wouldn't be put off by the very religious language. She gets to the part about "forsaking all others," pauses, and asks, "Are y'all planning to have an open relationship?" And I don't know if I can adequately describe the way she asked, there was no judgment in her tone, she was just verifying for administrative purposes. I love that about her.
On my way to counseling, I had a scary encounter with a man on the subway. I'm waiting on the platform, sitting on a bench, and this drunk guy staggers over and gets right in my face and tells me he loves me. I say, "that's nice, but I hardly know you." I'm trying to brush him off, not anger him. I want to edge away, but there's really nowhere to go. He says he loves me anyhow, I say "thank you" -- and the train starts to come in to the station, and I say goodbye and gather my things, and he grabs the edge of the crossword puzzle I've been doing and says, "Aw yeah, you do that puzzle baby, you finish it." (He wasn't hostile at all, I think he really was trying to be (overly) friendly, but he was too drunk to walk straight, much less think straight, and he was a lot bigger than I am, and I was scared.)
So he backs off, and I move quickly down the platform so that I'm boarding a different car, and once I've got a seat I turn back to my crossword puzzle, and there's a big wet smear of blood where he touched it. There's a small smear of blood on my hand, too. This completely freaks me out. I look back into his car, and I can see he's moved down so that he's at the end closest to my car. I'm concerned that at the next stop he'll move into my car, but fortunately he doesn't. The *next* stop is mine, and I get out. I can see him moving into the doorway, but he doesn't get off the train -- though the doors do close on him a couple times before he moves back into the car. I describe him to the Metro cops, throw away the bloody puzzle, and as soon as I get to the church scrub the blood off my hand.
Also, Judith (the priest) is so great, she's very easygoing. I'll give an example: We had to sign a piece of paper saying we wanted a representative of the Episcopal Church to marry us, and the paper includes the church's definition of marriage, which Judith read to us and boiled down to the essentials so we wouldn't be put off by the very religious language. She gets to the part about "forsaking all others," pauses, and asks, "Are y'all planning to have an open relationship?" And I don't know if I can adequately describe the way she asked, there was no judgment in her tone, she was just verifying for administrative purposes. I love that about her.
On my way to counseling, I had a scary encounter with a man on the subway. I'm waiting on the platform, sitting on a bench, and this drunk guy staggers over and gets right in my face and tells me he loves me. I say, "that's nice, but I hardly know you." I'm trying to brush him off, not anger him. I want to edge away, but there's really nowhere to go. He says he loves me anyhow, I say "thank you" -- and the train starts to come in to the station, and I say goodbye and gather my things, and he grabs the edge of the crossword puzzle I've been doing and says, "Aw yeah, you do that puzzle baby, you finish it." (He wasn't hostile at all, I think he really was trying to be (overly) friendly, but he was too drunk to walk straight, much less think straight, and he was a lot bigger than I am, and I was scared.)
So he backs off, and I move quickly down the platform so that I'm boarding a different car, and once I've got a seat I turn back to my crossword puzzle, and there's a big wet smear of blood where he touched it. There's a small smear of blood on my hand, too. This completely freaks me out. I look back into his car, and I can see he's moved down so that he's at the end closest to my car. I'm concerned that at the next stop he'll move into my car, but fortunately he doesn't. The *next* stop is mine, and I get out. I can see him moving into the doorway, but he doesn't get off the train -- though the doors do close on him a couple times before he moves back into the car. I describe him to the Metro cops, throw away the bloody puzzle, and as soon as I get to the church scrub the blood off my hand.