On one hand, I could easily convince myself that attending such an event (and paying for the privilege) was a fun, practical and possibly even productive was to meet new people, make new friends, and maybe make plans to go on an actual date.On the other hand, a small part of me feared that the room would be filled with ax murderers posing as well-intentioned Catholics.Or even worse, that the room would contain well-intentioned Catholics unwilling to discuss topics other than religion.
On the day of the event, I was one of the first people to arrive at the bar.
I received warm greetings from my fellow participants, all of whom appeared harmless enough that, when the event organizer asked us to sign a waiver releasing him of all responsibility for what followed, I felt fairly confident I didn't need to read the fine print.
As we waited for the event to begin, I talked to a few small groups of participants and surveyed the room.
I recognized one guy from a Catholic young-adult group in the city.
I talked for a bit with a group of women who knew each other through a mutual friend at a Catholic church in New Jersey.