Well. It happened. Tonight, Frank invited me to go to church. I knew it was going to happen. When you live with 3 Christian people, it’s just a matter of time. I must say he did it in a pretty relaxed and – to me – non-confrontational way. We were actually talking about his church and the reasons he chose that particular one. (More on this later.) The Christians that would stop me in the middle of the Infinite corridor late at night were just plain rude. Don’t you understand that I might be going somewhere? That I possibly have something to do? Anyways, apparently this church has somewhat of a “meat market” reputation. To be fair, that’s not really the reason Frank chose it, but hey, if the women are cute, that might be motivation enough to go to church.