Tonight, two LDS missionaries came up to me on the street, in the dark, one of them fresh-faced in that Mormon missionary way. He did all of the talking, as he asked me whether I’d encountered an LDS mission worker in the past.
(Me, to test him): Well, I’ve had sex with one.
Oh, did they get a chance to share the Word with you?
No, we didn’t get that far.
Were you hoping to hear the Word, or…
I don’t know. It just happened.
So. Was it a boy and a girl?
It was a guy.
Interesting… (He smiled throughout, persistently keeping my attention, in a bland but cheerily friendly way.)
I shrugged. ‘It happened.’
He didn’t flinch throughout, which I appreciated for a couple of reasons, so I let him make my pitch. I told him the same thing I tell every Christianist crusader – I’m Jewish, and if it was good enough for Jesus to be Jewish… it’s probably good enough for me. This more-or-less ended the conversation, though he noted that he’s been studying Judaism, and then gave a copy of the Book of Mormon, and…. his phone number. Thank you, Elder Moore.