Dear agony aunt Baruch,
So I meet this girl, she appears nice, and she suggests we meet again next week — she’ll send me the invite. I’m all eager to see more of her, until I see the invite:
No, I am not alone in the big city, and I am _never_ bored, and I already have it together, thanks for asking, and a life too. But above all I cringe at the prospect of being in the company of people who think this is a cool flyer, who think those people in the pictures are archetypes of interesting potential, erm, soul mates. Double cringe.
What I want, Baruch, is my own little circle of fellow collegiants, just like Spinoza had. What’s the chances of that you think, in a country where 99% of respondents in a recent Pew poll on religiosity say you must believe in God to be moral? Here’s the chart from the PDF, page 37:
It turns out my move from Sweden to Egypt was across the biggest God-gap on Earth. No wonder I’m feeling naughty. Maybe I should go meet and greet after all. What would Spinoza do, you think?