T.-removing machine.
So today, Low Sunday, I was reading at Mass again. And again, T. was at Mass. I knew she would be, she usually attends the 6pm Mass, at which I read. And today she was also running the Confirmation class. So I read, and I fumbled a bit. They can't all be Easter Vigils. After Mass, I have to return the Lectionary and the Book of the Gospel to the sacristy, and while I was doing so, T. disappeared! I had seen her at Mass, and made a point to remember what clothes she was wearing so that I could accidentally run into her later, but she was gone. Most likely, she was taking care of some leftover business from the Confirmation class, but I couldn't find her. After getting all set to ask her out and get a phone number I was heartily disappointed.
I fear I may have to go to a dangerous source of aid, my mother. T. works in the parish center, and my mother is the principal at the parish school. I'd like to have some sort of justification for popping by T.'s work at what would normally be my bedtime; I'd like not to feel so exposed. Doing this will, of course, open me to lots and lots of probing questions from my mother, which I will then be compelled to evade. Alternatively, I could wait another week, when T. is scheduled to be the Lector, but I'd prefer not to lose my momentum (read 'I'd prefer not to give myself more chances to chicken out').
I fear I may have to go to a dangerous source of aid, my mother. T. works in the parish center, and my mother is the principal at the parish school. I'd like to have some sort of justification for popping by T.'s work at what would normally be my bedtime; I'd like not to feel so exposed. Doing this will, of course, open me to lots and lots of probing questions from my mother, which I will then be compelled to evade. Alternatively, I could wait another week, when T. is scheduled to be the Lector, but I'd prefer not to lose my momentum (read 'I'd prefer not to give myself more chances to chicken out').
