Well, when I was a cute young tchotchke, I married a cute little twink. A carpenter, so he had muscles. And yes, we were both jaydubs.
He was also smart, had a big heart, and gave riveting talks. If that hadn't been true, he would have had to rope some stupid little tchotchke.
Anyway, he never made ministerial servant nor elder, and I never pioneered hardly at all, but he's still a spiritual man, even though he is an atheist today.
And we're still together, even though the twink-ness is long gone. He was never a dork, though.
gently feral