The equivalent of living in a van down by the river is probably the best I'm gonna get, unless I "accidentally" break all my fingers on purpose.

My parents were from the old country, they were old school like that. At least once I was in school and then work, I had an excuse to drop some of it (not a good enough excuse though, according to my mother). I think you're doing a good job of that! Actions speak louder than words! I'm sure God would rather have folks out there doing good deeds and putting light and kindness out into the world than just showing up once a week in a predetermined location, y'know?

I know, right? This is like, romcom levels of interference from the universe? What if we make a plan and then just don't call it a date? Like, we go scavenging for wool socks or something and see where it takes us?