The next thing this kid has against him is that he is from Chicago. A Northerner... I say it like it is a bug that I am ready to squash...but don't really have any reason to... they're just different. I feel like we don't even speak the same language, we are not on the same PAGE...and if we weren't on a YWAM base, he in DTS...I would be sire we weren't even in the same BOOK if you know what I mean.
Probably the last thing this kid has going against him is my own disappointed expectations. I will completely honest (as it is on my "prayer list"), I would not have been too sad to come down here and meet a great, tan, hard working, (short term) missionary man to marry. My preconceived notions were that he would be American so we could go back to the [southern] states and get married and raise a couple of kids eventually. (What? You all know that this is ALL every southern girl dreams of... (ok, again, stepping on some toes? I am sorry.))
So I meet this kid, the only American close to my age, on short term missions, desiring to know God...and he is a jerk. Man, what a let down, no carribbean wedding folks. Very sad. Anyway, keep me in mind, keep praying. Let's get me hitched!