How I long to see the day when all we need is just the rosary as weapon...
That is sad to hear of the assault. Please pray for her. With social media and the disintegration of authentic friendships I fall into the trap of shallow conversation full of intimate details. For me, I am tired of going to a new town and getting interrogated with questions like where do I live, where to I shop groceries, do I own gold coins, and the like. I recall questions like that from someone who I just met ends-up not being a companion. I do not ask those questions, which leaves some, including women, moving on from me. rather....Hey, welcome to town. Glad your hear; how was moving into town, how do you like your parish and the like. I leave it to the other to give me the depth of details. Those folks with a sense of awareness of the fullness of living appreciate the story that is unfolding in our friendship. The same with phone numbers...I only ask if it is important, such as we are going camping with a group, I will pick you up, if my car stalls, can I call you? Else I do not want her phone number, which women have told me is a turned-off. Okay. I am lost at that one.
You could have your first date at a gun shooting range.