He suggested I go to a christian support group website. He was real nice about it, saying he wasn't sure of my beliefs (they know I'm a heathen) but it might be worth checking out. It was actually very thoughtful of him. Although I agree with pretty much nothing the church stands for, I really appreciate how considerate and thoughtful the pastors are toward me, and everyone else.
So we're looking at the site and I'm like, "Well, I defiantly don't have a porn addiction" because I thought that would be funny to him, and in reality, I don't have a porn addiction. (yet)
We're hanging out chatting, I'm sharing my nuts. (pistachios, don't get too excited) And he's like, "Honestly, I go there for porn addiction". I almost laughed because I thought he was joking. Oh, no jokes. He said he was trying to stay pure and it was nice to have someone to talk to and help him be accountable.
That was way too personal to share, so I couldn't look at him in the eye the rest of the conversation. I know that in his mind, any porn is bad, it's not like that's what he's looking at in his office when he has the door locked and lights turned low.
I'm playing it off, acting like I agree that "he's a guy" with urges or whatever. (I love how church pretends a woman's biggest problem is controlling her man, making sure his eyes don't rove) Then I started thinking about his cutie little pregnant wife and what boring sex they must have. Then I really couldn't look at him. It's not like he's one of my buddies that I can be like,
"Yeah, so it's important to me that porn has a plot before they start in on the spanking and choking. Got anything I can copy?"