Getting Hit On . . . AT A FUNERAL!

Bonjourno, gentle audience!

Has anyone seen the movie "Raising Helen"? It was OK, nothing amazing, but a good, heart warming movie about a wild young woman who finds out when her sister dies that she's inherited her sister's kids. A subplot is that the woman falls for a Lutheran pastor (John Corbett, yummy!). The first time I saw that I decided that was the perfect man. A hot Protestant minister who can still cut loose a little bit. Think about it, they're not celibate or anything, make very little but steady money, and can you imagine the guilt they'd feel if they cheated? Oh, if only there were more John Corbett pastors in this world, I'd be a happy girl.

AHHHHHHH.

I, however, just sang for a funeral at which, I kid you not, the pastor HIT ON ME. HIT ON ME! AT A FUNERAL! A really creepy pastor who dresses too well and who kinda set my gaydar off hardcore. No joke, though, he put his hand on the center of my back and said, "You're a tall girl. You know, my sister was a tall girl, and she didn't really like it," he leans closer, "But I've always really liked . . .*added pause for dramatic effect*. . . tall women." EEEEEWWWWWWW! I don't want a creepy pastor, I want a pastor like John Corbett. Where's the John Corbett pastor, I'd like to know? Does he exist? A tall, handsome man of the cloth?
And so, gentle audience, the moral, if there is one, is to be careful what you wish for. You wish for John Corbett pastor and get creepy . . . not John Corbett pastor. Ah well, such is life.