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I went to a Shabbat-and-mingle thing hosted by the "young adults" (ie, mostly thirty-somethings) group at my temple. It was deeply anxious, given my general feelings re mingling, and more importantly my lack of skill at same. But it worked out mostly okay, I think. I discovered that there's a group that does similar regular gatherings for twenty-somethings--delightfully called "Jewston, Texas"--but they organize everything on Facebook, and while I did cave and get a Facebook account, I refuse to link it to my real last name or email address in any way. I could just get another account with my real email and name and not put anything else on it, ever, except I'm pretty sure FB would just reactivate my old account that I think I used that email for, and it took two entire weeks to delete it so: no. Plus I would probably be miserable at any of those events because I would know literally no one; at least here I could latch onto the rabbi for a few minutes when I hadn't yet worked my way up to joining conversations.

Anyway, it was as nice as could be expected considering my significant deficits, and somewhat more interestingly, I met a guy who finally put an end to my ongoing "bi or lesbian?" wangsting. --not that it's going to go anywhere, we just talked for a few minutes and he's not even part of this congregation so I'm sure I'll never see him again. But I determined that yes, I would be happy to date him and do romantic things and then sex. All of these qualities haven't met in a real, live, nonfictional man since some confusing feelings in high school, so I think what it is is that I'm bisexual, but incredibly picky about men. Which I guess is good to know? I doubt this will change anything in practice, but it's nice to have it settled.