Stop # 2 of the Owen Fiddler Cyber Christmas Tour
I have to say, he’s the most arrogant jerk I’ve ever had the unfortunate opportunity to run into. Lord knows I’ve run into a lot.
I’d heard about him around town…in church… all the social gatherings. He’s all the buzz. Kind of like a social disease that’s spreading like wildfire taking out the most prominent and sophisticated of the group. And he does so with a smug grin. I had no desire to ever come face to face with the man they’d all been hissing about. No need to invite drama when I have enough of my own.
But there I was minding my own business. I’d enjoyed an evening with my girlfriends. My one night a month to let my hair down and forget about the weight of the world of being a single mom. I’d done a couple rounds of Karaoke and was enjoying a nice virgin Pina Colada… and there he was. Can you believe it? See for yourself.
Owen Fiddler : Hey what’s your name, doll face?
Katrina : Argh!. I hate being called Doll Face. It’s Katrina…not doll face.
Owen Fiddler : no harm meant , but you are hot. What you doing later? You sing good too
Katrina: Does he take a breathe between spouting off such nonsense? Getting home to my kids… where I belong.
Owen Fiddler : Oh got some little ones huh? C’mon stay a while and lemme buy you a couple drinks. I just got paid.
Katrina: Yes. I’ve got little ones. Aren’t you Owen Fiddler? I’ve heard about you.
Owen Fiddler: Well, ham, yeah – so you know me?
Katrina: just heard …that’s all.
Owen Fiddler: well not sure what you mean by that, but how about that drink? Wanna dance? Slow? Close?
Katrina : Just heard you’re arrogant..that’s all. I see it was all true. No, I’m not interested in a drink. Gave up drinking. And Lord knows I don’t want to dance with you. For what? To be added to your long list of women? No thanks.
Owen Fiddler: Hmm – hard to get, huh?
Katrina: No. Just not interested.
Owen Fiddler: Probably one of them self-righteous Christians?
Katrina: Yes. I am a Christian. You should try it.
Owen Fiddler: I tried religion. Sucks. Got kicked outa my church. Preacher’s a jerk.
Katrina: Oh yeah…well trying the Pastor’s secretary isn’t really trying religion now is it?
Owen Fiddler: judge not lest you be judged. Bunch of phony bolonies.
Katrina : I give you that. But I didn’t say anything about trying religion. What do you have against God.
Owen Fiddler : Where’d you hear that about me and the secretary? And anyways she came on to me.
Katrina: Just a hunch I have, maybe. Don’t think I’ve really heard it anywhere. But just so you know, women talk too.
Owen Fiddler : She was a hot little thing too. You know, I’m really good in bed. You should try THAT!
Katrina : Gross. I guess that’s a matter of opinion. Again, no thanks..You know I just have to say something.
Owen Fiddler: I’m all ears. But still want to buy you a drink. Can’t you have even one?
Katrina: what in the world makes you think you have the right to treat women the way you do? I mean have you ever thought of respecting women instead of just using them?
(Owen holds up his empty glass while raising his eyebrows in an unspoken question.)
Katrina: Can’t have even one. Gave up drinking. Better off without it. Didn’t I hear you had a good wife at one point? Can’t imagine anyone trying to settle down with you.
Owen Fiddler: Well they’ve never respected me, well except for my ex.
Katrina : aahhh, yeah. I thought so.
(Owen hangs his head)
Katrina: No doubt one you didn’t deserve. Heard what you did to her. I can’t believe she let you off so easy.
Owen Fiddler: She was the best but she left me.
Katrina: You’d be a dead man if you had been mine.
Owen Fiddler : Just because of one little indiscretion? Well the one I got caught in anyways. (Owen releases an arrogant snicker as he apparently runs down his own trip of memory lane.)
Katrina: Yeah, figured it was more than one.
Owen Fiddler: I don’t seem to be getting anywhere with you, huh?
Katrina: No, you aren’t . I’ve never been interested in irresponsible jerks. You think you ever going to learn how to treat women? Would you want anyone treating your daughter the way you treat women?
Owen Fiddler: god no – I’d kill the bastard.
Katrina: I bet your mama’s one broken hearted woman with the way you’ve run around this town acting like some out of control spoiled brat.
Owen Fiddler:Wow, getting testing aren’t you? Just trying to be friendly. No harm in that is there?
Katrina: I don’t need a friend. When’s he going to take a hint?
Owen Fiddler: My mom loves my brother more than me. Always has.
Katrina: Yeah. whatever. Your brother probably isn’t near the headache you are.
Owen Fiddler: always favored him. The prick.
Katrina: maybe you were just more than she could handle. Trust me, I know how it is being a single mom. Especially when one of your kids can’t seem to get it together.
Owen Fiddler: Well I’m the way I am because that’s how I’ve always been treated. You don’t know what I’ve been through.
Katrina: oooohhh… so it’s everyone else’s fault? Give me a break here. Seriously. Don’t you think it’s time to grow up and own your actions? I use to play the victim myself. Took me a long time to crawl out of that pit of ‘woe is me’.
Did it for years. How’s it working for you?
Owen Fiddler: noooooooooooooooooooooo. Not. Ms.Perfect religious lady.
Katrina : I’m far from perfect.
Owen Fiddler : Can’t even have a drink or be nice to a guy who’s just trying to be friendly.
Katrina: I have a drinking problem so common sense tells me to stay away from the stuff.
Owen: whatever. You smoke?
(rolls his eyes and lites a smoke)
Katrina: Nope, don’t smoke and don’t like kissing an ashtray.
(Owen snuffs the square and pops a breath mint)
Owen: There. Kiss?
Katrina :In your dreams maybe. Isn’t there anyone else you can go bother?
Owen Fiddler: No this is too much fun. Oooh I could have some GOOD dreams about you sugar pants. You’re a perfect riot to talk to.
Katrina: Really? You use to being rejected?
Owen: Rejection’s my middle name.
Katrina: So what’s this I hear about you doing time in your younger years. That didn’t straighten you out any?
Owen: I learned a lot about how to not get caught again. Criminal mind higher education system. Ha, and they call it the correctional system.
Katrina: and at 45 years old, you still haven’t straightened up?
Owen Fiddler: Ha! that’s a laugh.
Katrina: I’ve got two boys and let me tell you, I’d beat their tales first sign of them acting anywhere near they way you do
Owen Fiddler: Two boys, huh? Good boys I bet. I hope you treat ’em both equal.
Katrina: I do…at least I try to. Have to give the attention to the one that needs it the most at the time. Tough being single. I have to be in constant prayer over my choices.
Owen Fiddler: and you think that really helps? Prayer? God’s never answered any of MY prayers, if there IS a god.
Katrina: OOO yeah. Most definitely, there’s a God. I know it every time I look into the eyes of my children. Every time we need something and God provides. And yes, prayer helps. It’s helped me every single day and will continue to. God does answer…but sometimes the answer is no. You have to remember, light and dark can’t exist in the same place. For you to hear from God..He has to be with you..when you’re following Satan.. you can’t hear God’s voice.
Owen Fiddler: There’s something different about you. Different than most Christians I’ve met.
Katrina: How’s that?
Owen Fiddler: I mean you’re judging me like all the rest, but somehow I fell you actually CARE about my life or something. Dunno what it is.
Katrina: I don’t mean to judge you..really I don’t. But I’m not into the BS you’re sending me. I do care about YOU as a person though. I’ve been down a very dark path myself. I know what it’s like to feel like the world is out to get you. But I believe there is good in you. I believe there is hope for you.
Owen Fiddler: Hold on a second. Let me see if I’m getting this straight. You think there is hope for a loser like me?
Katrina: Oh, yeah… I’ve been there. I’ve been that loser. NO self esteem..hated myself and every one around me. Oh, yeah. There’s hope. God uses us losers. Everyone’s fault but my own. For years I allowed the abuse I endured to define me
Owen Fiddler: Well I’ll be damned. No pun intended. Hey – didn’t get your name, what was it again?
Katrina: It’s Katrina.
Owen Fiddler: Well Katrina – ahm – hey look. I apologize for coming on to you. You seem like a nice lady and well – hey maybe if I could just call and talk to you once and a while? Not to hit on you I just-
Katrina: How about this…how about you meet me Friday night at church for the singles group. Come meet the rest of us losers that the Lord has turned around. He saved my life.
Owen Fiddler: I don’t really have any friends, nobody that cares a hoot for me. Could we be friends?
Katrina: you’ll have friends… And yes, ironically I believe we could. But you have to do me a favor.
Owen Fiddler: Yeah?
Katrina: drop the “it ain’t my fault attitude”. Your actions are your fault. Stop playing the victim and get honest with yourself.
Owen Fiddler: Oh man, Katrina – that’s a big one for me.
Katrina: you can’t change the future until you let go of the past.
Owen Fiddler : You’re getting pretty deep for a simple guy like me. Church group huh? Owen Fiddler at a church singles meeting.
Katrina: hahaha. Sorry. Just comes with the territory. I’ve lived it and I recognize when someone needs to hear it.
Owen Fiddler : I suppose.
Katrina: The day I walked into the church i planned to kill myself.
Owen Fiddler: Really?
Katrina: I know what it’s like…trust me. Yes. I was an alcoholic, a victim, and wanted out.
Owen Fiddler: I’d have never thought that of you. Not in a million.
Katrina: You wouldn’t have recognized me. I used men like you use women. That’s how I know what you’re up to.
Owen Fiddler : hey look, Katrina – I gotta go but here. Here’s my phone number. (Owns scribbles his number down on a receipt) Call me and remind me about that meeting? I’ll think hard about it.
Katrina: Absolutely. Hey look, I’ll be praying for you.
Owen Fiddler: Okay. And hey once again, wow – cant believe I’m saying this but – I’m sorry for the come on.
Katrina: no worries.
Owen heads towards the door and turns to give a wave over his shoulder. Somehow he looks a little different than the man that wanted to buy me a drink just a bit ago.
God bless him.
There’s an Owen Fiddler in us all. Somewhere in our lives, each of us had been wronged. Maybe even abused in some way or the other. It’s hard to let go of that and move forward in a life of freedom but I am certain that even someone like Owen can find a new life and the freedom Christ offers.
Be sure to stop by for a visit with Ron Berry tomorrow as Owen makes another round on the Owen Fiddler Experience Cyber Christmas tour.
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