I was swiping through a dating app and matched with someone who didn’t have a profile picture. Desperate for a change, I decided to take a chance and meet her.

I wasn’t expecting much, maybe someone a little rough around the edges, but when I arrived, I was floored. She was stunning: 5’2″, baby blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and all the right curves.

Impressed, I asked what she did for a living. “I teach Sunday school,” she said.

I’d never dated a Christian girl before, but I was intrigued. On the drive to dinner, I lit a cigarette and asked if she cared for one.

“Oh, heavens no,” she replied, “What would I tell my Sunday school children?”

Fair enough, I thought. Some people smoke, some don’t.

At the restaurant, I ordered steak, she got lobster, and I requested the second-most expensive bottle of wine on the menu. When the wine arrived, she declined a glass.

“You don’t drink?” I asked, surprised.

She shook her head. “Oh, heavens no, what would I tell my Sunday school children?”

The dinner and conversation were amazing, but I couldn’t quite figure her out. On the drive home, I passed a cheap motel and figured, why not take a chance?

“Want to get a room and fool around?” I asked nervously.

She winked and said, “I thought you’d never ask!”

Surprised, I laughed and teased, “Really? What are you going to tell your Sunday school children about this?”

She grinned mischievously and said, “The same thing I tell them every week: You don’t have to smoke or drink to have a good time!”