But just like during Lent, the rules were strict here.
I did not meet the religious (or spiritual, or atheist) man of my dreams, but I did laugh — a lot.
And I scored one late-night invitation to come over to someone’s house in my pajamas, which I declined. It sucks to be one of the only kids in your elementary school not getting a visit from Santa, and it still sucks as an adult.
I didn’t have one, so I chose the Old Testament instead. ) My Christian friends informed me that choosing a whole book wasn’t technically a passage, and that I could go with a popular section like “Love is patient, love is kind,” but that brought back too many memories of a dying Mandy Moore in .
I chose a profile photo of myself in a Santa onesie. It got approved, as did all my other conservatively dressed photos.
Plus, when you find a match, an animation of someone getting lifted in a traditional wedding chair pops up.