Blasphemy!

She called me "one of those people."

In the world of singletons, being "one of those people" means no longer belonging to the club of singletons.

(Although in my defense, Seth and I are not proclaiming ourselves to be anything, particularly a couple, until we have met in person. So technically, I am in fact, a loud and proud singleton).

Everyday over lunch one of my besties and I catch up on all the excitement in our lives over im-- what we're eating for lunch, random bits of Marquette gossip, what we did at the gym last night.

You know, riveting stuff.

And of course, the topic of men comes up rather frequently. Only usually it's me, being one of those obnoxious friends and regaling her with every detail of my conversation with Seth from the night before.

To which I say thank you Lauren for putting up with me.

But this time the conversation turned to her potential love life. And how terrifying relationships can be at the beginning. At which point I unleashed the inner coupled Amy.

"I completely understand and I understand the freak outage. But it's worth it in the end."

*GASP*

Instantaneously from the west coast to the shores of Lake Michigan, both of us realized the gravity of what had been typed.

It wasn't the subject. It wasn't the words persay. It was the fact that they came out of my head, were typed into the keyboard, and sent off to Portland via cyberspace. And at that moment we both realized I was slowly losing sight of my Bridget Jones existence. All this Catholic online dating had finally gone to my head.

To which only one thing can be said:

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour that we no longer are single people....

Amen.