First Date Pressure

Back on October 20th of 2010, I wrote a post on first dates that parallels my life right now; I’ve been on two first dates recently, so first dates are on my mind, and on Monday, I also mentioned my fear that I’m somehow disqualified from certain relationships because I’m not good enough.

Sanctification is evidently a slow process… it’s been a year-and-a-half, and I’m still working through the things in this post.

I’ve only really been on two first dates [update: four]. Most of my romantic endeavors have been completely imaginary in the sense that I imagine them and the object of my affections knows nothing about them. The unimaginary stuff is mostly the quick switch from “we’re just friends” to “we’re in a relationship and it’s serious” without so much as one night of dinner and a movie. 

I don’t actually lament my lack of first dates, because they tend to be way too pressure-packed for the merriment they ought to be. My first first date had all the potential to be amazing because of who the guy was on paper: a teacher at a private Christian school, active, fun, good heart. He picked me up and took me to an Italian restaurant, then to a U of A basketball game that we watched from third row behind the U of A bench 🙂

The problem with this first date can be summed up with one particular moment, I think. 

We were at the restaurant.

“What do you think you want to eat?” he asked me.

I glanced through the menu and found about 8 things I wanted.

“I’m feeling really indecisive,”  I said.

“I’ve only ever had the spaghetti and the pepperoni pizza. Both are good,” he replied.

I quietly tried to narrow my choices for a minute or two then gave up.

“Would you order for me?” I asked.

I know that’s a ridiculous thing for me to do to the guy on a first date, but I sometimes just hit a wall and would rather eat something horrible than decide. 

I don’t know why. 

I’m just that way. 

Had he known me for more than an hour at that point, he would have trusted me when I told him that there isn’t anything he could order that would make me unhappy.  He didn’t trust me, though, and instead spent the entire meal worrying that the spaghetti he selected was somehow not good enough for me. 

It was fine.

His concern was understandable, but unnecessary. He was putting way too much pressure on himself, which is what happens on most first dates.

My other first date was to a movie, which was nice, but there were those awkward moments when my date didn’t know if he was allowed to hold my hand and at the end of the night asked permission to kiss me. Of course by that time I’d already bluntly told him that there wouldn’t be any sex (I’ve worked on my tact a bit since then, but it could still probably use some work.) 

This particular date was way better than the first first date, but there was still SO much pressure. The real reason Date #2 asked if he could kiss me wasn’t because he had to have the kiss. 

He asked because he was afraid of ruining everything. 

I was feeling the pressure too, which may explain why I so idiotically busted out my no-sex policy. 

Maybe we both should have calmed down a bit.

A no-pressure first date would be delightful. I’m not convinced they exist, but I suspect that going on a first date with someone you already know is significantly better than with someone you’ve just met. Then again, I’ve only been out with men I’ve just met. 

You know what’s great, though? After being in a relationship for a while, that pressure subsides.

So I was thinking, (I’m about to venture out into the dangerous but tantalizing land of analogies) one of my recurring mistakes in my relationship with God is applying the first-date pressure all the time. 

It’s stupid, but I frequently think about all of those past warm fuzzies and the magical moments I’ve had with God, and chase those. 

I think about that one time when I grew more than I ever could have imagined, and that other time when I saw God more completely than ever before, and how my affections were stirred… I try to duplicate those times.

I’ve known God for about 9 years now [Update: we’ve celebrated our 10-yr anniversary since I first published this post. Whoopee!].

I’m not sure what it is about those 9 years that give me the impression that God is going to dump me, but I think my greatest dysfunction right now is fear. 

I’m afraid of ruining it. 

Theologically, this lands us in perseverance of the saints waters, but I shy away from this particular debate because the first church I attended had a seminar explaining the heck out of it. So instead of going through the support for each side, I’m going to examine the question that gets to the heart of my fear…

Is my Abba – someone I’ve loved, opened up to, and tried to obey – waiting for an excuse to abandon me? My head tells me that He died on a cross for me which shows quite a bit of commitment. Yet my heart says that He’s too good for me – that He’ll find someone better and I’ll be alone.

Earlier, I wrote that first pressure goes away eventually in every relationship. The thing is that I’ve been on a 9-year first date with God. When am I going to trust that He loves me?  Why can’t I believe it?


3 thoughts on “First Date Pressure

  1. Thank you for your honesty Katie. When I’m feeling less-than-lovable, I try to remember that I did nothing to ignite God’s love for me and I can do nothing to snuff it out…Whew!

  2. You know, this has got to be a nearly universal fear for Christians (young and old… in the faith, that is). I was interested to find out that Martin Luther who started an entire Reformation was still unsure of his security in the faith at the point of death. The man who had the courage to post the 95 Theses on the door of his local church still wondered if he was good enough for God!

    That’s the funny thing: none of us are. But that doesn’t stop God from lavishing His love upon us. I find your post so timely with Easter upon us. It’s a perfect time for Him to remind us that He already promised us the world and more. Only unlike most of us guys who fail miserably at first dates, God simply can’t break His promises to us. It’s against His nature. So Heaven, eternal life, grace, forgiveness, mercy… the world are yours. Thank God, eh?

  3. Wow, did that hit me between the eyes. I sometimes tend to judge my relationship with God based on past ‘high’ experiences. I think I’ve got some inventorying/thinking to do on this one. Angie

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