I have a funny story for you. By the time I met my current husband, I'd been df'd for seven years. Anyway, it was a hot summer day, and I was wearing a long cotten dress to stay cool. I've always carried a huge purse. So, I'm knocking on this guy's door, because he was a highly recommended mechanic, and my car was making really weird noises. I hear this gruff voice behind me say, "May I help you?".
I whirled around to see a barrell chested man covered with motor oil, it was even on his baseball cap. He didn't seem at all pleased with my being there as I stammered through an introduction. Suddenly his face broke into a big smile, and he said, "Oh, well, nice to meet ya. For a minute there I thought you were one of those God damned Jehovah's Witnesses!"
Well, I was stunned, to say the least! It wasn't until he explained that it was the long dress and big purse that fooled him before I realized that "Jehovah's Witness" wasn't tatooed across my butt, LOL! He thought it was uproarously funny when I later told him that I used to be a jw. He didn't hold it against me, and we've been together ever since.