The final indignity I experienced from the women in this singles group that called themselves Christ followers was the day after I organized a night of dinner and dancing and learned how Enkinda Teufel was the ringleader of these women and had their minds and hearts under her complete control.
A handful of men and women had expressed an interest in going dancing, so I made reservations at a place the singles group had been before for a birthday party (the place is a popular restaurant with a dance floor). Since the activity wasn’t an official event on the singles group calendar, I had to send out the invitation to those whose e-mail addresses I knew rather than relying on the official group’s e-mail list. I sent the invitation to over 30 people, including some who were not part of the singles group but were friends I had made at the church.
On the night of the event, we had about seven people show up, a good number for a rainy night, although I had gotten an RSVP estimate for 15. It’s always disappointing when you have to tell the hostess of a restaurant that you don’t think the rest of your party will be showing up, but at least other patrons will get seated a little earlier. Even with such a small number, everyone had a great time, which was all I could really hope for, and those who attended thanked me for organizing the event.
The next day at the end of the singles Sunday School class, a couple of the male leaders pulled me aside and told me that I should not have invited the people I did for the dancing event and that Enkinda Teufel, one of the recipients of the e-mail, had actually complained to them about my sending out the e-mail. Needless to say, I was quite flabbergasted that someone would actually be offended she was invited (there were some on my e-mail list that I wasn’t keen on seeing, but I felt it would’ve been unkind to exclude them). I told the leaders that I would never invite another immature person to an activity I’d organize.
Later that day, I felt highly incensed that I had been judged by someone who was akin to those in the 1st century that believed Christians were guilty of a mortal sin for eating meat sold in the marketplace that had been offered to idols, so I wrote an e-mail to the leaders of the group who had called me on the carpet, letting them know neither they nor Enkinda had any authority over what I chose to do with my friends, and that they should deal with the immature who judged me as harshly as they had dealt with me. I also let them know that I would never be inviting anyone else to this church or singles group unless they handled the situation in a Godly manner.
Later that week, I found Enkinda’s influence upon another, Valerie Emshiska, when she not only attacked me in the way I wrote about in a previous posting, but also attacked three other friends of mine with such ferocity and ungodly intent.
Once I realized the influence that Enkinda Teufel had upon this church and singles group, I made a decision to remove myself from the seat of Satan and look elsewhere for Christians to fellowship with. To this day, I have never gone back, and I have never heard anything from the leaders of the group in response to my rebuttal to the accusations made against me.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Why men don’t ask women out - The Contribution of Dani Gehemevort
When it comes to the women I‘ve been talking about that are members of this singles group, you can tell that each one has an incredibly convoluted view of reality. However, there is one woman I met that was guilty only of asking some very weird questions and wanted to discuss topics that I felt were very off the wall. That woman was Dani Gehemevort (not her real name).
Although I’d like to give some of the women in this group the benefit of the doubt, it’s very possible that even Dani also had quite an imagination, but, to her credit, all she ever did was ask questions that, at worst, seemed designed to evoke controversy or provoke a reaction; of course, it’s possible she never learned how to be good at small talk.
The last time I talked with Dani was the one time that sticks out to me the most. After a large group of us had finished dinner at a local restaurant, I went to the movies with Dani and another girl. No one else was interested in going, probably because it was getting late, although we did ask a number of people, but I was definitely in the mood to see a movie, and I figured there’d be no misinterpreting the event as a date (I wasn’t romantically interested in either woman, and by this time, I was beginning to be aware of how unsafe the women in this group were).
The movie we went to see was In Good Company, the one with Dennis Quaid being demoted and getting a boss young enough to be his son (his new boss eventually starts dating Quaid’s daughter in the movie, which was a bit weird, but I digress). It was a very good movie, and I guess the other women enjoyed it, too. When we left the theater, I wanted to be the gentleman, so I asked where the women had parked. The other woman had parked in a very well-lit area but Dani had parked in a much darker section of the parking lot, so I walked Dani to her car and kept an eye out for the other woman until she got in her car.
On the walk to Dani’s car, she brought up one of the weirdest topics one could ever imagine. “You know, I’ve been taking Tae Kwan Do lately,” said Dani, “and I bet I could lay you out flat with what I’ve learned.”
Okay, I thought, that’s weird. But not knowing what else to say and since I viewed Dani as a bit of a tomboy, I responded the way I would’ve if a male friend had said the same thing. “Oh, I bet you couldn’t hurt me that much. I’m quite a bit more resilient than I look.” Actually, I’m 6 feet tall and do some light weightlifting and look like a stockier version of Vin Diesel, so I know I look quite resilient, but I figured she’d take it as a joke.
“Well, if I had a Taser, I bet I could stun you and you’d be flopping around on the ground,” countered Dani.
Okay, where was this coming from? Why would someone bring up such topics so out of the blue? Instead of letting it lie, though, I responded once again with male bravado, “Oh, I bet I could take quite a bit of punishment.”
By that time, we reached her car, so I bid her good night, watched her get in her car, and walked back to my car. On the drive home, I started reflecting on Dani’s topic of conversation and began wondering if she was trying to be defensive, based on some imaginary threat. I later asked some other friends, and they also said they had no idea why Dani would bring up such a weird topic; since these friends knew me fairly well, they couldn’t imagine someone viewing me as a threat.
As I said earlier, Dani has brought up some other far-fetched topics in the past, but I felt that if she was going to imply she felt unsafe with me when I was doing her a favor, then she really didn’t deserve my company, so I’ve classified her with the other women who don’t have a solid grip on reality.
Since that night, I haven’t talked with Dani and don’t plan on it.
Although I’d like to give some of the women in this group the benefit of the doubt, it’s very possible that even Dani also had quite an imagination, but, to her credit, all she ever did was ask questions that, at worst, seemed designed to evoke controversy or provoke a reaction; of course, it’s possible she never learned how to be good at small talk.
The last time I talked with Dani was the one time that sticks out to me the most. After a large group of us had finished dinner at a local restaurant, I went to the movies with Dani and another girl. No one else was interested in going, probably because it was getting late, although we did ask a number of people, but I was definitely in the mood to see a movie, and I figured there’d be no misinterpreting the event as a date (I wasn’t romantically interested in either woman, and by this time, I was beginning to be aware of how unsafe the women in this group were).
The movie we went to see was In Good Company, the one with Dennis Quaid being demoted and getting a boss young enough to be his son (his new boss eventually starts dating Quaid’s daughter in the movie, which was a bit weird, but I digress). It was a very good movie, and I guess the other women enjoyed it, too. When we left the theater, I wanted to be the gentleman, so I asked where the women had parked. The other woman had parked in a very well-lit area but Dani had parked in a much darker section of the parking lot, so I walked Dani to her car and kept an eye out for the other woman until she got in her car.
On the walk to Dani’s car, she brought up one of the weirdest topics one could ever imagine. “You know, I’ve been taking Tae Kwan Do lately,” said Dani, “and I bet I could lay you out flat with what I’ve learned.”
Okay, I thought, that’s weird. But not knowing what else to say and since I viewed Dani as a bit of a tomboy, I responded the way I would’ve if a male friend had said the same thing. “Oh, I bet you couldn’t hurt me that much. I’m quite a bit more resilient than I look.” Actually, I’m 6 feet tall and do some light weightlifting and look like a stockier version of Vin Diesel, so I know I look quite resilient, but I figured she’d take it as a joke.
“Well, if I had a Taser, I bet I could stun you and you’d be flopping around on the ground,” countered Dani.
Okay, where was this coming from? Why would someone bring up such topics so out of the blue? Instead of letting it lie, though, I responded once again with male bravado, “Oh, I bet I could take quite a bit of punishment.”
By that time, we reached her car, so I bid her good night, watched her get in her car, and walked back to my car. On the drive home, I started reflecting on Dani’s topic of conversation and began wondering if she was trying to be defensive, based on some imaginary threat. I later asked some other friends, and they also said they had no idea why Dani would bring up such a weird topic; since these friends knew me fairly well, they couldn’t imagine someone viewing me as a threat.
As I said earlier, Dani has brought up some other far-fetched topics in the past, but I felt that if she was going to imply she felt unsafe with me when I was doing her a favor, then she really didn’t deserve my company, so I’ve classified her with the other women who don’t have a solid grip on reality.
Since that night, I haven’t talked with Dani and don’t plan on it.
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