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Sampiro, while your story certainly isn’t unbelievable, I’m wondering where the guy’s companion was in all of this? Missionaries always go out in pairs–they aren’t supposed to be out of each other’s sight (except for the bathroom obviously). You just don’t get one missionary at a time–and this is why!
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Not sure. Perhaps he came back alone, or perhaps his partner wasn’t that particularly observant.
Another story about the same friend I mentioned above- it wasn’t her first encounter with Mormons and sex, which is one way she got her brief Mormon boyfriend to keep coming back.
I’ll call her Stephanie. She’s one of those women like Mae West and Queen Latifah who’s sexy because “she by God says she is”- i.e. not a conventional beauty [she’s heavy, very tall for a woman, wears Coke bottle glasses, a bit coarse at times, etc.] but if she sleeps alone it’s because she wants to sleep alone.
I met her when she was about 30. A decade before she had lived in Idaho and started college there, living in a dorm that was nicknamed “The Mormotorium” because most of its residents were teenaged Mormon girls. She said (and I’ve heard this from others I’ve known who’ve taught there) that it was incredible how many students, male and female, were married with 2 or 3 kids in their early 20s.
Anyway, Stephanie isn’t now/never has been a shrinking violet in any way and has always been into alternative music, went through the pierced lip and pastel hair dye phase, etc.. She had posters of (openly gay British folk singer) Billy Bragg and of kd lang on her wall while her roommates had, according to her at least, pictures of Jesus and Joseph Smith. She said the worst thing about them was how damned impossible to offend they were- just genuinely nice people- and how it made her feel bad to listen to their conversations and they sounded like 13 year old girls at a slumber party instead of young adults, though she also said that with very few exceptions they weren’t judgmental.
Anyway, she was about 19-20 and feeling her oats and in that “ah but I love to shock” phase and one night when the Mormonettes were discussing kissing she interjected something into the conversation about how “I remember my first ‘real kiss’… I was about 15 I guess and it was with a basketball player… I remember thinking ‘kissing’s okay but I really prefer oral sex’”. The immediate result was what she’d expected and hoped for- stunned silence, awkwardness, a nervous giggle. The long term result was something she completely did not expect.
“I expected to be ostracized of course… didn’t really care because I was just so tired of wholesomeness. Instead the word got out and suddenly I became ‘*the big girl who’s had premarital SEX [including the non procreative stuff]!’ and damn! I became like the most popular girl on campus with all the Mormon girls! Of course they were all either saving themselves for marriage or if they hadn’t they weren’t admitting to it, but it turned out that they were damned sure thinking about it and curious about it and wanting to ask some questions they couldn’t ask their mom or their stake leaders and I became the go-to Dear Abby-Dr. Ruth woman for ‘how bad does it hurt when your hymen is broken?’ and ‘do you prefer giving oral sex or getting it and why?’ and ‘what’s it smell like when you’re down there?’ and other graphic questions.”
Anyway, she said that after she got over the shock she came to really respect them and, most ironically, “they had me embarassed that I hadn’t waited until a lot later to have sex!”