Delilah’s Blog

Blog Title: Delilah’s Delightful Dalliances

About Me: I’m a single woman with a syndicated relationship column in the Philistine Press. Here I dish about my delightful and sometimes dangerous dalliances.

Intended Audience: Unmarried women in their 20s and 30s navigating the waters of love and dating.

Blog Excerpt:

The Secret about Hair

Hair was this muscle guy with long hair I met at The Valley of Sorek. We flirted a little, but he had too much baggage. I didn’t expect it to go anywhere.

Then Hair claimed to be in love with  me in front of my bosses, the Philistines. They had been after the secret of Hair’s superhuman strength for a while and decided I should seduce Hair into telling me the source of his strength.

“What kind of woman do you think I am?” I yelled.

But revealing the secret behind Hair’s strength would be a good story, a career-making story. I decided I would just ask the guy flat out. No seduction. No games.

So we got together and I came right out and said, “Tell me the secret of your great strength.”

Hair answered, “If anyone ties me with seven fresh bowstrings that have not been dried, I’ll become as weak as any other man.”

Seven fresh bowstrings. Check. Now all I had to do was figure out how to overpower the strongest man on earth and tie him with fresh bowstrings.

On our next date, I asked Hair if I could tie him up. He was only too eager to oblige. Suddenly, the Philistines burst out of my closet! I screamed and Hair snapped the bowstrings as easily as a spider’s web.

I was annoyed. How long had the Philistine’s been hanging out in my closet? What had they been doing in there? But more annoying was the fact that Hair had lied to me. “You made me look like a fool. Come on, tell me how I can restrain you?”

It was like we were playing a game, but I couldn’t be sure who was playing who.

“If anyone ties me securely with new ropes that have never been used, I’ll become as weak as any other man.”

New ropes. Check. I was skeptical that rope would be any stronger than bowstrings, but I gave it a try anyway.

I invited Hair over and asked to tie him up again. I should have known he had been lying about the ropes when he agreed so easily.

This time at least I knew the Philistines were lurking in my closet to make sure I succeeded. I think Hair probably knew they were there too since he snapped the rope as easily as thread.

I was losing this game.

“Seriously, tell me what I can tie you with that you can’t break?”

“If you weave the seven braids of my head into the fabric on the loom and tighten it with the pin, I’ll become as weak as any other man.”

Right. My loom.

While he was sleeping, I schlepped out my loom, blew the dust off and set to work.

After all that, when Hair woke up, he pulled his braids, the fabric and the pin loose with ease.

“How can you say you love me if you won’t give me the secret of your great strength?” Yes I nagged him. I hated to do it, but I was desperate to know the true source of his strength and I wanted to win the game!

I nagged him sick until finally Hair told me everything. “No razor has ever been used on my head,” he said, “because I have been a Nazirite dedicated to God from my mother’s womb. If my head were shaved, my strength would leave me, and I would become as weak as any other man.”

I got my story; I won the game,but it was a bitter victory. Some secrets aren’t meant to be revealed.

(Judges 16  NIV)


Once upon a time there was a young woman who graduated cum laude from university. For years she despaired of ever using her English degree. Then I gave her the direction she needed and now she writes for me - her father so heavenly.

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