Last night a friend and I went to Every Tuesday, the young adult ministry at Seacoast. It’s a little bit of a drive from Moncks Corner, but since there is not much going on here, I have to branch out. We’ve been to this service a few times, but we’ve never spoken to anyone other than the brief meet-and-greet time. As I have mentioned, I’m trying to get out there and experience new things, and part of that is meeting new people. You see, I’m reading this book that challenges you to meet five new people a week that you have an engaging conversation with and that by the end of the conversation have a way to get in touch with you. I’m not sure why, but I have gotten to the point where speaking to a stranger just for the sake of conversation is terrifying. As the service came to a close, we just stood there hoping someone would speak to us. The closest I came to speaking to someone was watching my friend do it. I was so mad at myself! Why can’t I just talk? They had made an announcement that people would be going to Chili’s afterwards to hang out, so I convinced my friend that we had to go. After a few false entrances, we made it in and introduced ourselves to some people. Total strangers. And I lived. I played my one foolproof card – master’s degree in puppetry. No one can resist talking about that. By the end of the evening we had met several new people, and most of them had only been to Every Tuesday a few times themselves. And most of them were boys. That helps. Stay tuned for more pathetic accomplishments from yours truly!