Late 80s. Moved from the northeast ( exurban, quasi-rural ) to the southeast. Now and again I ran into people greeting/introducing and not at all very long into the conversation came “Have you found a church yet?”
It was staggering to me. Not so much in the question in and of itself, but at what I thought was an overly bold, presumptuous, and personal question. Comparing notes with other newly relocated employees at work, they ran into the same thing.
It took a a hell of a lot of adroitness to respond in a way that didn’t peg me as a two-headed demon on a mission to secularize the bible belt, but yet not present me as a misguided wandering soul spewing entreaties to have others offer to save my soul.
In the end, as time went on, the area got more…well…cosmopolitan as the decades wore on, and the awkwardity ( is that a word? ) fixed itself.