I was in the sixth grade at the time, for what would turn out to be my last year of public school.At the party, my best friend, who was a boy, asked me to dance. But thinking back, I realize that the remarkable part was the kind of boys we talked about. .action_button.action_button:active.action_button:hover.action_button:focus,.action_button:hover.action_button:focus .count,.action_button:hover .count.action_button:focus .count:before,.action_button:hover .count:before.u-margin-left--sm.u-flex.u-flex-auto.u-flex-none.bullet. We had a vague idea how they might fit into the grand social scheme, but it wasn’t very relevant.
The patriarchs of the Old Testament continually warned against marrying strange wives which would lead to idolatry. We stood at arms length, awkwardly holding hands and swaying to the music.That boy and I never went out, although I had a different boyfriend later that year. They weren’t the most outgoing or confident or athletic boys. They were the smart, helpless, nerdy, scrawny boys who might later be fashionable hipsters but were at the time about as far from fashionable as it gets.
When one boy left the group, I’d promptly switch my attention to his friend, or the guy in the back with the glasses. They weren’t necessarily the boys other girls liked (though occasionally they were).
And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.…