How to make your next dinner a lot less boring
A couple of weeks ago, I was out in a park with my girlfriend when a guy walked by and asked, “Hey, are you guys from LA?”
“Nah, no, I’m from New York,” I replied.
“Well, why don’t you come to LA and meet up with me for dinner?”
“Well,” he replied, “it’s a nice place to live, and it’s got a really great restaurant.”
“Yeah, it’s a really nice place,” I said, and we started to make plans.
“We’ll go to the restaurant to have dinner,” I told him.
“I know it’s been a while since I’ve been there,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“So how’s it going?” he asked.
“It’s a great place to come and meet other people,” I explained.
“That’s good,” he agreed.
After a bit of time passed, we decided to get to know each other more.
We’d met each other online and decided to meet up at the restaurant.
We went to dinner and the next day, we were both invited to a party.
But the next morning, the same guy came up to me and asked me to come out to dinner.
“Hi, I know you’re from New Jersey, but I just wanted to say I want to come to dinner with you and your girlfriend.
It’s been awhile since we’ve been to LA,” he told me.
“No problem,” I answered.
“Let’s go have dinner and then we can talk about it later,” he promised.
We got together and had dinner.
I was excited to see that the guy was actually a regular at the place, but when I tried to walk out, he immediately yelled at me to sit down.
I didn’t have much of a choice, I said.
So I did as he said and sat down next to him.
We started talking, but he kept yelling at me.
He was very rude to me.
I tried explaining to him that I am not a person that I like to hang out with and that he is a person I have to deal with.
But he kept shouting at me that I needed to get down on my knees before I could sit down with him.
I started to feel very uncomfortable.
“Look, you’re not going to sit with him,” I began.
“He’s not going in here,” he explained.
So we sat down and talked.
“Why are you sitting here?”
He said, “I don’t know.”
I said to him, “You are an atheist and that’s why you’re here.
It would be nice if you would at least sit down to talk.”
“I’m an atheist,” he responded.
I looked him in the eye and said, in a very low voice, “No, you are an Atheist.”
“Are you an atheist?”
“You’re not an atheist.
You’re just an Atheistic.”
“What are you talking about?” he demanded.
“My name is Michael.
I’m an Atheism,” I continued, “And you’re an Atheists.”
“Oh, I’ve never been an atheist.”
“So you’re saying that you’re a Christian, but you’re still an atheist?
You’re saying you’re religious, but that you believe in Jesus?”
“Yes,” he answered.
I continued to explain to him how I am an atheist, but to no avail.
“What do you mean you’re just a Christian?” he repeated.
“If you’re only a Christian who’s just following what he’s preached, you don’t need an atheist for help.
You just need to pray to Jesus.”
“No,” I responded.
“Michael, I am a Christian.”
“You don’t believe in God?”
“Then why are you telling me to pray?” he persisted.
“Because I don’t.”
“Do you believe that Jesus is the Son of God?”
I felt so bad.
“Then you’re wrong.”
“Because you don- you don’ believe in the Bible.”
“But that’s what you’re reading in the bible.”
“How do you know that?
You haven’t read it.”
“It says that Jesus died for our sins.”
“Is that true?”
“That is true.”
“Does that mean that I should follow your Christian beliefs?” “
I can’t believe that.”
“Does that mean that I should follow your Christian beliefs?”
“You should follow what you believe.”
“That doesn’t make me a Christian,” he argued.
“But what if I’m wrong?
What if I believe that God created all of the world?”
“What if you believe this?”
“Then I should be a Christian.
You should follow my Christian beliefs.”
“Well then, you should believe that the universe is big, and everything in it is made of matter, and there is an