Virtually all my friends today are atheists, agnostics, or at the very least non-religious. I still keep in touch with some of my older friends from high school who are Christian, but they also have families and have lives completely separate from my own and thus we don't spend much time together except for the occasional once or twice a year visit to share a few beers and the like.
There was a kind of falling away incident in my early twenties when, because I was questioning a lot of what I had been taught in my Evangelical upbringing, began looking into more traditional Christianity (Catholicism, Orthodox, Lutheranism, etc) that I began hearing about some rumors about me. Namely that I was no longer a Christian, that I was an "apostate" or equivalent. And because I occasionally went with some friends to bars to drink a couple beers and play pool, or we'd drink a few at home, the big rumor I remember hearing was that I had become a drug dealer, and apparently I was dealing in more than just the green stuff, apparently I was peddling smack or something.
The last one stung pretty hard, but it was simultaneously pretty hilarious. I don't even like drinking too much coffee--gives me the shakes--so the idea that I'd be selling junk is just oh so weird.
It honestly never occurred to me back then that the rumor mill would turn ugly on me simply because I was investigating my faith and because I--horror of horrors--had a beer once in a while.
-CryptoLutheran