My Love has an advanced degree from an Ivy League university in a quantitative and rigorously logical discipline. She is a successful entrepreneur. She is exceptionally analytic, logical and clear-headed.
My Love thought that she was straight. She dated men, but did not have sex with them.
Last year, she had an epiphany. She didn’t fight it. She examined herself – her ideals and memories and longings – thoroughly and skeptically. She accepted her epiphany with no discomfort. She has come out to her family. Although she makes no secret of her orientation, she is a private person.
She was an atheist. She found God not in the wind that rent the mountains and brake in pieces the rock, nor in the earthquake nor in the fire, but in the still small voice.
She is a reformed Protestant. She is an elder of her church. She is a student of Reformed theology. She is as well informed as any layman on the Biblical treatment of homosexuality.
She coined the term “metaphorical fundamentalist” (with apologies to Northrup Frye) and convinced me of its truth.
We are equals.
We don’t live together, although we have dinner together every night that we are both in the same city.
In May, 2015, she proposed marriage and I accepted. We are planning an August, 2016, wedding at her family’s ranch. We hope to have children.