Wasted Opportunity

I was walking to work this morning when I became aware of someone rushing to catch up to me. I disengaged my iPod as the person came in beside me.

"Hi there, I was wondering if you would like a gift?" she said.

It was a Morman missionary, unusual in two ways. She was female. She was alone. I had previously believed that only men could go on missions (perhaps I misunderstood that - it might have been only men can become elders). I'd also thought that there was a requirement that they travel in pairs, presumably for safety. Live and learn I guess.

She was holding a copy of the Book of Mormon and a handful of pamphlets. No doubt these were the gift she wanted me to have.

"No", I say, then by way of explaination I add, "I'm an Atheist."
"Well is there anything else I can do for you", she asks.
"Nope", I say as I redon my earphones and continue on my way.

It was a few seconds later when my mind latched onto the (probably unintentional) double entendré of her last statement. Then it registered just how adorable she was. Petite, red-haired, a figure only slightly concealled by the prim black jacket/skirt combo she was wearing. Yum.

What I should have done is ask her out for coffee.

The chances of a coffee date with a Morman missionary ending with freaky circus sex are vanishingly small. However, the hour spent would have been entertaining as she tried to convert me to Mormonism and I tried to convert her to Atheism.

Hmm. Maybe I'll see her again wandering around the Dalhousie Hive - I've been told that the missionaries rent apartments in garething and stephtopia's building.