Several years ago I dated a man who had so much going for him. He was a retired Navy SEAL, had a great job, he was incredibly handsome, smart, and loved to cook. But, he was also a Mason. As much as I liked the man, I just couldn't get over that fact. It's too bad because we could have had a wonderful life together. I still think of home sometimes and I hope he has found happiness with someone that doesn't mind his Free Mason ties.

I should also add that his father had been a rather high-ranking Mason and the guy I was seeing had already started working his way up the ranks.