That's exactly it!
There was a guy at the jam last night who seemed rather Gondorian. He had a ring of sorts on his right hand instead of left...I'm assuming that means he's taken in some form.
Probably not Catholic, in any case.
Grr...some days it just seems so hopeless. I mean...I LIKE my life. I have a job I really, really enjoy, a nice little house, pets, a family who for the most part I get along with very well...I don't feel like I should give any of that up. But sometimes I wonder if I HAVE to if I don't want to die an old maid...which I already feel like I am, since I mostly end up being the chaperone with the younger gang and don't really have any close friends my own age, now that they're all married and elsewhere.