There was also the whole religion business, which I really didn't want to think about. But I figured you could still show up once a week, jump up and down in the drafty stone church, and then go out to dinner and meet new friends without ever involving God. I meant to return the following Friday, but didn't. Nor did I make it the week after. I realized I was avoiding the issue. Maybe I had enough of synagogues for the time being.
Then M. called and insisted I sign up for the singles retreat.