You don't want to talk about it?
No, not really. It was in a church.
You know, one of those basement events.
The singles met in a church basement?
Yeah.
But you didn't meet anyone you liked?
Were there any men there?
No.
And sort of.
They were sort of there?
Or you sort of liked them.
Sort of.
Okay. What did you do?
Ate. Everyone else ate.
I lost my appetite.
Ate?
Yeah, jello.
Jello salad.
Oh. I see.
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