church had just ended and i was trying to find something good to take away from their Halmark style analogies and fluffy ideas of God, when one of my boyfriend’s friends (an interesting one, that i wished would find me worthy enough to befriend) approached me. the popular kids joined him. he asked if he could take me to lunch. confused, but washed over by the pleasure that comes when you have made a grand achievement, i agreed. “yeah, like i could take you to Wendy’s and buy you 10 Bacon sandwiches,” his friends erupted in laughter. i smiled, trying to pretend i was in on the joke... “i sat behind you in church, and i could see every bone in your back. it was gross.” i pushed out a laugh and tried to turn the conversation to something else. i complimented his girlfriend on her shirt. we made small talk. the circle dissolved. i went home for lunch; and although i was disappointed, i also had a sense of fulfillment. it was like getting an A+ on a paper. my bones were showing.