It was Sunday and I was laying down enjoying a lazy day and my Colombian girlfriend told me it was time to get up so we can go to church. I told her that it was my day off and that I would wait for her in bed until she got back. She laid her head on my chest and started to softly rub my arm, gave me a kiss on my chest. She said in the sweetest voice “come with me, like that we can be together in heaven too”. I said “We have to be together in heaven too!?” All I remember after that is more spanish words than I grew up with and my mom doesn’t speak English, thank god she was going to church so she could get some forgiving, didn’t know that there was that many dirty Spanish words in the Spanish language, and that the sermon wasn’t that bad.
There was a silver lining. During her berating of my questioning our afterlife, the certain things that I could pick up in her multiple rapid fire Spanish tongue lashing was that when she slapped my behind and told me to get up and to get ready, I told her alright, I have to take a shower, she said hurry up, we’ll take a shower together to save time. Alright, I’m starting to like Church. It didn’t save any time.
Another true story from my life