It was all pretty happy . I felt I had sufficient integrity not to swallow the whole Nav thing . We were a happy group of friends in the hall of residence and were able to laugh at ourselves and the odder aspects of Navdom.
BUT the new converts ( like the OP's boyfriend ) were almost cultish in their Navishness. I found this a bit alarming and often had heated debates with them .
So while everyone else in Halls was getting pissed and having lots of sex and pregnancy scares and struggling with coursework we were having a very happy jolly time with lots of social stuff with senior Navs ( those who had been throughout the system and had left uni and had jobs but were still into recruiting for the Kingdom ) who often invited us for dinner at their homes. I must stress it was a very happy time. Alcohol was not forbidden , but none of us had any interest in drinking .
The handsomest new recruit , we will call him Tom , not his real name , was a little older than me and a friend of my brother's . He was very earnest in his faith and a fully signed up Nav. He also fancied me, and me him.
One night ( after church ! ) he drove me home and gave me a very hesitant but heartfelt and sweet kiss .
The next day he came to my room and said he really liked me but would have to seek God's guidance on whether we should go out or not.
This also involved him discussing me / us with his Navigator mentor , a sincere but creepy older man called Stef . ( possibly his real name ) .
I was a bit miffed at this. The Lord , maybe, might have a say but it was nothing to do with Stef , who hardly knew me and was in no position to judge whether I was a god fearing "helpmeet " ( Christians, please snigger ) or a bosom heaving harlot who would distract Tom from the ways of righteousness.
It was quite clear that for me to be a suitable partner ( read "wife") for Tom I'd have to be pretty holy.
Well I was fairly holy but to get my man I upped the ante a bit. I can still recite all those bible verses.
Tom was my second serious boyfriend and we had a sweet and chaste relationship. He was , and is, a lovely man.
Sex before marriage was not allowed . He asked me to marry him and I was so happy.
He graduated , got a job several hundred miles away, and we got together at weekends and wrote letters.
But there was a problem. I was losing my faith. I just couldn't find it in me to believe the whole son of god, death, resurrection and salvation thing. It sometimes seemed like a bizarre fairy story. It was deeply unsettling . my whole family background , social circle , and my impending marriage were based around my faith. It was a package deal.
I realised after a few months I had to make a choice. Embrace god, marriage to Tom, the Christian life , or walk away from everything. Tom gave me an ultimatum ( rightly so ) .
I was not brave enough to walk away and became , I think, the last recorded virgin bride in Scotland , three decades ago.
We lasted 4 years. It took me a very long time to get over it all.
a lot has happened since then and it took me till about age 50 and the death of my mum to sort myself out (ish)
I now have a weak faith that doesn't involve any organisation.
I think I might even have inner peace