This is Father Ralphy with a big problem!

Ralphy1

Ralphy1

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Yes, and I am seeking your advice. I finally gave my love a peck on the cheek after our last meeting in a local park. We were just parting and I followed my urge to just go for it. To my surprise my lips felt stubble! Now, I am not sure if she is a he, but I still love her or him. What should I do?
 

Thanks for reminding me of my vow. But I am not sure if I can, so I might have to leave the clergy, but what can I do to make a living? I am so conflicted.
 

Like the song says,

"You can't help who you love
You can't know whose at fault
The heart lives in a world of it's own no control
You can't help who you love"




 
Gigolo? Oh, my, how silly, but you made me smile for the first time in days. And maybe the old song applies, Auntie, the one about falling in love with love is falling for make believe.
 
Hmm, how about a good razor? But seriously, I may need some woman for the real thing, and there is this cute nun that reminds me of Maria from The Sound of Music.
 
Don't panic just yet. My maternal German grandmother's DNA blessed me with some whiskery facial hair - which I keep plucking out as fast as it grows in. Perhaps this gal just gave up the fight or... You might have to have a serious talk with this person to get it straight before you decide.
 
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