It sounds like the sister is a fundy herself and perhaps thinks the BF is a nice Christian boy.
“Aaaaah! I need an adult! I need an adult!”
If someone I had just met for the first time grabbed me around the shoulders like that my first instinct would be to rip their fucking throat out. But then, that is just me.
The suave, 1940’s male film star response would have been to coolly stare into his eyes for a long, uncomfortable moment, then slowly, calmly glance down to where your shirt is still crumpled in his anxious little fists. After he lets go, you stick out your hand to shake his and reintroduce yourself. Then skip out into the night with your girlfriend - forgetting about him completely.
(I’m not saying I would have reacted this way. Like others have suggested, I would have struggled to keep my knee out of his groin.)
You know, the nice thing about aikido is that when somebody puts their hands on your shoulders, you’ve been trained in about a dozen ways to respond, all of which involve the grabber suddenly developing a close relationship with the ground. Leaving him unhurt, but immobilized. Fun, fun stuff.
Oh my GOD, that’s great. How the hell did you think of that on the spot?
::is in awe::
That’s fucking perfect! You have seriously made my day.
Oh, and Miller, you crack my shit up, too.
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I think this is my first “Oh my god, I’m such a fan!” post. :o
Ha! Nice timing, Angel. 
Jesus Christ man! You should have to registered posts like that as a dangerous weapon.
SMUsax, you’re right, Mt. Dew hurts like hell coming out of the nose.
Amen to that!!! Love it…I shat, I spewed, I farted.
… to which my respnse would be a languid, knowing smile and a sensuous, “Yes, but Krishna’s better in the sack.”
I consider myself an extremely tolerant person. But when they repeatedly come to my door, I can only fantasize about what I’ll do next:
Fantasy No. 1
Fundie: Do you believe that Jesus Christ, the son of God, died on the Cross for your sins, in order for you to find the way to heaven?
Me: Do you believe in my fist, the attachment on my arm, which will lay itself forcibly across your face, in order for you to find the way off my lawn?
Fantasy No. 2
Fundie: Do you believe that Jesus Christ, the son of God, died on the Cross for your sins, in order for you to find the way to heaven?
Me: Do you believe in my boot, the boot which will enter your life through your ass, in order to find its way so far up your ass that you’ll taste it, even tomorrow?
Fantasy No. 3 [sub]actually performed once[/sub]
Fundie: Do you believe that Jesus Christ, the son of God, died on the Cross for your sins, in order for you to find the way to heaven?
Me: Sally! Dammit, turn off that there Oprah and c’mere! Weez gots one of them preachers at tha door! Git yer lazy, barefoot, pregnint ass over here and git married so’s yer baby kin grows up right!
Tripler
I am such an asshole at times. 
Jesus came into my life today…
through an unlocked screen door. I clocked him with a frying pan and called the cops.
I seriously disturbing my b/f’s videogaming with my belly-laughter, here!
Although I would love to say that I’d have a suave and witty comeback, in reality I think Lil Fundy would have developed a sudden revelation of the power of a steel-toe to the shin.
<hijack> Matt, your anecdote reminded me of one. In Phoenix there is a restaurant that for various reasons has become known as “the Gay Denny’s”. A friend of mine was having breakfast there before going to work, and as he’s a cabinet-maker, he was dressed in raggedy jeans, a flannel shirt, and a baseball cap. A “bunch of suits” as he put it, came in and sat in a booth next to him. After ordering, they looked around the place and one of them said, “See? There’s no faggots here this early.”
Whereupon my friend just had to lean over, fix the guy with a shit-eating grin, and say, “WrrooONng!”
Jesus Christ! Superstore!
Christ, just another consumer whore!
</Andrew Lloyd Weber>
You’re welcome…
Man… I don’t know what Iw ould have done. But I am a Christian, and it would have totally wierded me out.
Looking at it, i can probably come up with all sorts of witty responses. Were it to happen, I probably would have responded much like you. (Although, i don’t respond well to strangers touching me… so I may have gotten out of the grasp)
I say the next time you see him, do the same thing to him. “Do you believe in the everlasting breathsaving abilities of CERTS? That they allow you to remain on dates and still be kissable, even if you NEGLECTED TO BRUSH?”
Thanks. That gave me a good laugh.
Boyfriend: Do you believe that Jesus Christ, the son of God, died on the Cross for your sins, in order for you to find the way to heaven?
Me: What I believe is that if you don’t remove your hands from me, you’ll be finding the way to heaven sooner than you think…
Reminds me of when I was a waitress. It was a busy night, and four men sit at my table. Pert little ivylass, attempting to flirt for a good tip, chirps, “So, how are four handsome men out on a Saturday night without a date?” and one of them answered, “What makes you think we’re here without dates?”:o
Needless to say, that was the last time I ever attempted to flirt for tips.