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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.
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.
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.
On the other hand, a small part of me feared that the room would be filled with ax murderers posing as well-intentioned Catholics.
I decided not to dwell on the topic of religious life and instead spent the next few dates trading stories of sports and siblings and good books and New York museums. In an Irish accent he asked questions about my job and my life with genuine interest. I asked him to repeat himself, but still I couldn't quite catch the foreign phrase, though this time I heard enough of the question to realize that my original worries were not unfounded: I was being quizzed on a papal encyclical.
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.
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.