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Since that conversation in London, I’ve dated three men who are not members of the church.
I’d been friends with the first—J(1)—for a couple of years before our relationship became romantic.
Knowing the relationship would be short-lived, J(1) didn’t make an issue of religion at the time.
But when I asked him two years later whether he would consider dating someone with religious beliefs as strong as my own, he said simply ‘No.’ I’m not sure how we would have navigated that tension had the relationship been more open-ended. We spent hours IMing until it felt like I knew him far better than I actually did.
One night we had a long talk about whether we would marry men who were not Mormon. I had absolute trust in my loving Father-God that somehow it would work out that people who had the kind of marriage I wanted to have—a trusting, loving, deeply committed companionate marriage—would not be separated in the eternities.
It was the talking like that in a boring old parking garage that hooked me on that first date.
And in those conversations Mormonism came up several times.
When my friend asked me if I would consider dating and marrying someone who didn’t share my faith, I told her I would. Not that he accept my belief as his own; just that he accept that I believe what I believe without feeling compelled to change it or to make me justify it. I’d met him nearly a year earlier at Jana’s home for a day-after-Thanksgiving anti-consumerism party.
He says I completely ignored him there, despite his best efforts to engage me in conversation (I don’t remember ignoring him, but I must say it’s possible; I’m not always the best at socializing with strangers).