Mass with my Man

I've massed it alone. Massed it in groups. Massed it with my family. Massed it with my best friends.

I've even massed it with the occasional boy I've had a crush on.

But I have never, ever, massed it with my boyfriend.

Until Sunday. 

Lucky for us, our innkeepers John and Betty were Catholic as well, and pointed us in the direction of the nearest Catholic church upon check-in. So there we found ourselves, on our knees praying before Jesus at the 11 a.m. mass in New Bern. 

(Sidenote: Their vigil candles were lightbulb "candles." For some reason I just don't feel quite as confident by switching on a button as I do with the possibility that my prayer may burn the church down). 

There's something incredibly special about going to mass with your significant other. The praying together, praising together, singing together. But it left me with one monster conundrum.

What the heck do you do at the sign of peace?

Shaking hands seems ludicrous. But kissing not entirely appropriate. A hug? And if so, what kind of hug? How long do you hug for? 

By the time I had determined what proper protocol was, the sign of peace was over.

Better luck next time I guess.