we all go for different reasons I suppose.

Aunt: Was "HE" there?
Me: Jesus was. My favorite eye candy wasn't.

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Even so! I seem to have found a church I don't totally hate. The reasons are plentiful but I'll give you the short list as to how/why my ass has regularly found it's way into a church pew for the last few weeks:

1. There's a guy (as you might have gathered). A ridiculously tall guy who I'm shamefully fixated on.
   
   Sidenote: Capt'n Hottie Pants is in good company. I'm also a little obsessed with a guy from the train (he gave up his seat for an old lady) and another guy who somehow manages to make a Long Island accent sound sexy. Which seriously, I know. Long Island accents are about as sexy as finding gum on the bottom of your brand new shoes... It's a weird combination of cute and ick.
   
   
2. TGC meets in this beautiful old church. A completely swoon-worthy space that gives you plenty of things to pay attention to if the service ever gets boring. Not that it has, but I like to have a back up plan.
   
   
3. On the way into the Lent service this past Wednesday, one of the friends I was with dropped the F-bomb. She did it casually as though it was no big thing and really, there's nothing that could have made me love her more. Not only that, but everyone I've met there has been unbelievably lovely.
   
   
4. It gives me something to do on a Sunday night, when normally I'd just be laying on the couch resisting the urge to dive bomb a tub of Ben & Jerry's.
   
   
5. The pastor regularly calls us out on our nonsense.
   
   For example, I'm all for gays having the same rights as legally married straight people and I think the church should stop focusing solely on gay marriage and abortion as the only two issues of cultural significance. As a result of these beliefs, I tend to get cranky with the church collective, which may be justified, but whatever they're doing from way up on their high horse isn't really the point. If I care about the rights of gay people, then I should be doing something about it rather than hating on the institution at large. Likewise, if I think the environment is of monumental concern but can't be bothered to do anything about it, then that's a reflection of my character and my priorities. Not theirs.
   
   
6. A few weeks ago I drank a glass of wine before church. I'd forgotten somehow that I hadn't really eaten that day, so I ended up sitting in the back row feeling tipsier than one probably should while trying to pray to the big man in the sky. Incidentally, that was also the night I first spied Capt'n Hottie and spent most of the service sneaking glances at him. On the way home I decided that I was basically begging to be struck down by lightning because really, drunk and on the prowl in Church? I very much doubt that Jesus would be impressed. I figured I owed him at least a few weeks of my attention to make up for it.

So. Umm. Yeah.

That's the latest on that, I guess.