Ah, yes, I remember the old "get to know someone by working in service with them" rubbish.
I remember 15 years ago a beautiful young blonde sister. Smart. Drove a VW beetle. Slim but curvy. Shining blonde hair. Calves to die for. A younger and prettier Helen Hunt.
I really wanted to get to know her better, but I was a JW geek. My glasses were bigger than my face and the lenses thicker than cathedral windows.
At a "get together" I plucked up the courage to ask "would you like to work with me in field service tomorrow?"
"OK" she said, glancing at her younger sister in what I hoped was pleased surprise.
We went in a car group of young people in service in her Beetle. And because I really believed that sisters wanted a young man who was spiritual and zealous, I played it to the max. After a while I was the only one starting conversations, with scintillating openers like "what's your favourite meeting?"
When they dropped me off afterwards, she put on Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" as I got out of the car. I never saw her again.
Those Watchtower fuckers owe me $50 million just for embarrasment.
Expatbrit