I went on a Tinder date a couple of years ago. Everything started out relatively normal. We met at a nice downtown restaurant for dinner. She was even prettier in person and the conversation was flowing. However, it didn’t take long for me to realize she was a super private person. For example, she would not tell me her last name, where she worked, or say anything about her family. She made it clear that she was protecting herself, and honestly, I don’t blame her. I shrugged it off and the date continued.
She took great interest in the fact that I was in seminary studying to be a pastor. That was nice because usually, that’s a deal breaker for most women, at least in my experience. Towards the end of our meal, she confessed something to me. “I have something to tell you,” she said, “but please don’t think I’m crazy.” I braced myself for whatever she was about to say.
She explained that she recently moved into a new apartment. She lived alone, which was also a new thing. Though she couldn’t put her finger on it, she was convinced there was a presence of a sinister and paranormal nature in her apartment. She had hardly slept since she moved in because she was plagued with constant nightmares and strange occurrences. I could see the fear and exhaustion in her eyes. She seemed quite sincere.
“I can tell you’re a good guy,” she said. She elaborated that I seemed trustworthy and had a calming presence