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.On the day of the event, I was one of the first people to arrive at the bar.
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.
Finally, we sat down and the series of 5-minute dates began.
I rattled off my name and college and current job over and over again, as I traded statistics with the men who rotated through the seat across from me.
As far as I could tell, there were far more accountants than ax murderers.
Or even worse, that the room would contain well-intentioned Catholics unwilling to discuss topics other than religion.I joked with friends that I'd be spending the evening with a dozen men eager to spend their five minutes apiece quizzing me on papal encyclicals.