I found
myself mired in a conundrum last night during Mass.
First, a
confession—I have a tendency to people-watch more than is entirely seemly while
in the house of God. It is a personal failing of mine on which I need to work,
but last night, as I cased the pews around me while belting out the
processional hymn—one of those which, when they initially announced it, I was
like, “I have legitimately never
heard of this song before in my life,”…then they played the opening chords, and
I was like “OH! …Jeesh, how many times have they used this tune?—I discovered
something.
There were
at least SIX cute guys sprinkled throughout the congregation that I could see
without (obviously) craning my neck.
But not only
that, oh no. They were sitting alone.
And their butts were in church while the Cowboys were playing, so I knew they
weren’t Pokes fans, and ostensibly had good morals (not that the two are
mutually exclusive). A closer examination revealed good shoes, bare fourth fingers
on their left hands and, in some cases, perhaps even a glint of Aggie gold on
their right.
Catholic unicorns.
I found myself at Mass with a blessing of Catholic unicorns.
Sidebar: You’ll
be interested to know that “blessing” is in fact the collective noun used to
describe a gathering of unicorns. I found it on the internets, so it must be
true.
Therein lay
my dilemma. How to meet these cute, Catholic men?
This is an
earnest question. I can barely meet new people when I’m out at a bar where guys
are presumably there to mingle with the ladies. And for all of the beauties to
be found within a Catholic Mass, interaction with one’s neighboring worshippers
is limited to a half-second handshake during the Kiss of Peace.
Sidebar: You
better believe I smize the crap out of that half-second handshake though.
Plus, unless
one of these theoretically eligible bachelors happens to sit near you (or you see them in time to strategically
position yourself in their immediate vicinity), you don’t even get to proffer
them a “Peace be with you” imbued with meaning.
Other than
that, my arsenal of in-Mass flirting is limited to whispering “Bless you!” and
asking on what page the day’s readings are. If I’m lucky and the opportunity
presents itself, I might be able to work in some witty banter on whether or not
the officiant invalidated the liturgy when he read the wrong Eucharistic
prayer.
Sidebar:
This actually happened during the early days of the new missal adoption.
It was a confusing time for us all. #andwithyourspirit
The fact
that I feel I must stoop to this kind of strategery is insane.
But I
honestly don’t know what else to do. This question, and the subsequent weight of my own
impotence and general ineptitude in solving it, has haunted me for years. YEARS.
I recently
discovered that a friend of mine moonlights as the anonymous Catholic twitter
account Snobby Catholic, and as he has sixty times the number of followers as
I, I imposed upon him a few weeks ago to tweet out my query.
Below, find some
helpful suggestions for approaching cute men in church, courtesy of his
gagaffle of followers, a collective noun I just made up to fill an inexcusable
gap in the English language. It’s gonna be a thing; tell your friends.
1) Sign
of peace handshake
As
previously stated, this is the only guaranteed audible connection and potential
opportunity to break the touch barrier available to us singles, but is limited
in its effectiveness by the general congregational disapproval towards
parishioners flinging themselves across the aisles to make holy palmer’s kiss
with the gentleman five pews up, even if the nape of his neck is stunningly
gorgeous.
2) You
say, “Hi, I'm (insert name) and I think you're attractive.”
You,
Twitter commenter, are adorable. Besides, this is what I’m saying with my Kiss
of Peace smize—why isn’t that enough? Is mind-reading really so much to ask of
my fellow brothers in Christ?
3) Maybe
approach after Mass? Where everyone congregates in the back of the church?
Who
congregates at the back of the church anymore? Even if cute guy stays to finish
all eleventy-thousand verses of “There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy,” you know
as soon as the organist finishes wailing out on the outro, cute guy is out of
his pew, snappily genuflecting before making a beeline for the door. And once
he’s out the door, the battle is utterly lost because you best believe he’s
already on his phone checking the Texans’ score. Or tweeting.
4) “Would
you like a beer?”, “I like your beard” or “How bout that Eucharist, huh”
The
first has potential, but might be awkwardly timed after an 8 AM Mass, and the
second is lyrics from a Ke$ha song and would unfortunately reach peak
effectiveness in November. That last one though may be perfect. I’ll put that
one in my back pocket.
5) Make
eye contact and smile a few times. Nothing over the top. He should do the
approaching.
Like
this?
Dear
readers, I am at a loss. Sound off in the comments below and save me from
making badger-face at complete strangers in an attempt to communicate my
interest.
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