Last Friday, a woman I work with, who reminds me of Scully from the X-Files, asked me to hang out with her and her friends at a watering hole not that far from where we work. She and her friends get off roughly an hour before I get off, and considering the amount of work I had on my desk at the time, and the amount of time I wasted on here, I knew it'd would be a while before I caught up with them. So I told her I'll try, but I won't get off until roughly 6:30pm or later. She said thats fine, they'll be waiting. Needless to say, I didn't show up. Today I talked with her, and she and her girlfriend were asking why I didn't show. I told her that I got off late, and figured they would be gone by the time I would have shown up. Which was partially true, that and ummm the idea of hanging out with worldly women at a nightspot. I didn't mention the latter part of my reasoning, obviously.
Yesterday, I mentioned the rainy weather we had, and the conversation I had with an engineer I know. Well later on in the day, when I got off work, the weather took a turn for the worst. It was really windy, and rainy, and downright cold. I had a lightweight jacket on, and would have worn a P-Coat had I known it would change as it did. I didn't drive yesterday, but I did have an umbrella so i walked to that same spot to wait for the bus under this huge office building's overhead roof. While there, I saw a distant collague, whom I never really talked to before outside of the context of work. He's a Hispanic fellow, which in this city is rare. He's been in the States for roughly two years, and married an American, and moved to our city straight from Mexico. I asked him if there was any spots here that he mingled at with other Hispanics. He told me about a spot that he goes to every Thursday. He then invited me to come with him the next time he goes, and made a point to tell me that there is all kind of beautiful women at this place, and that'd I'd love it. I thanked him for the offer, all the while hoping he doesn't keep good on his invitation.
Its funny when you have one foot in the door, and another one out, the offers you get from nonJWs. The JW upbringing isn't too easy to shake either, as I feel like Satan is making a go at me. I know that's silly, its rubbish, but like I said, this religion tentacles are still significantly attached to me.
You ever have those tug of wars with your heart when the worldlies invite you to stuff? Care to share?