37 was very exciting to me because I really like that number for whatever inexplicable reason. I can't recall if anything terribly exciting happened when I was 37, though. Except maybe leaving the last abusive relationship I'll ever be in.
That mansplaining fundamentalist christian pervert was really overstepping his bounds by asking where you live. WTF. Let's push him into an inland creek.
And I know what you mean about being able to tell who the really religious people are. I remember a time back when myspace first started up and you could pretty much look at everyone's profile. My friend and I were just scrolling through all these faces and suddenly I said "Oh look, that guy's a Mormon." We opened his profile and I amazed my friend at being right. I didn't think my skills were that impressive, though. I feel like you can spot a blissed-out Mormon a mile away.
Ha, that is really funny about the Mormon guessing game. It is true that you can pick these folks out. There used to be a group of Mormons renting in my neighborhood while doing whatever it is they call their required witnessing far from home. I kind of miss those guys. Such characters. "Blissed-out" is the best possible phrase to describe these people. What comes to mind are the Jehovah's Witnesses. My acupuncturist that I used for years was a Jehovah's Witness. I recall once she posted an article at the front desk of her office that hated on holidays. I talked with her a teensy bit about it, and she said something like. "Yes, we don't celebrate holidays, but don't we look happy?" I kept my thoughts to myself, but I was thinking that their happiness looked like a grinning clown mask.
Jehovas Witnesses are like Mormons on mood-stabilizers.
If I ever was forced to be roommates with a devoutly religious person, it would probably be a smiley modern mormon.