What must people think of me?

Shel and I were walking next door to grab some breakfast.  I told her that our boss had stopped by my cubicle to ask me something, and I happened to be on a non-work related website. 

"Did she see it?" Shel asked.  "She may not have even noticed."

"I hope she didn't," I replied.  "I mean, it wasn't all flashing icons and sound and stuff, but still..."

"Eh, it wasn't pr0n, was it?"  she asked, and withered at my death glare.  "Kidding!  Jeez!"

So we bought our stuff, although the dude making my chai took about FOREVER to finish.  And as we walked back to the office, she told me of the older guy who works at the cafe who approached her to let her know that he was a Church Elder, and asked her if she was a Christian.  Which she is very much not.  Not that I'm saying she's a heathen or evil or anything, just that she's pretty firmly Jewish, and therefore isn't so much on board with the whole existence of Jesus and all.  And he told her that she should become Christian, since Jesus is always watching us.

"How do you respond to that?" she asked me.  "Is it just me or was that exchange sort of wierd?"

"Well, I respond 'yes' when someone asks if I'm Christian, so I'm not really sure what to tell ya," I countered.

"LIE?  You want me to lie?!"

"No, I just don't know what you should say.  I mean, I could use a definition of 'Christian' that means that you are the type of person who embodies the values and treatment of people that were exemplified by Jesus Christ...and...um..."

"Yeah, well, I don't think that'll work.  I mean, we don't really subscribe to his life, y'know?  Anyway, wasn't that just sort of...whatever?"

"Yeah," I told her, "that's pretty much part of why I don't evangelize.  I totally happy with my faith, and I'm happy to share it with anyone who wants to talk about it, but I'm not exactly looking to recruit.  But then again, I'm not everyone's favorite example of the perfect Christian.  I got kicked out of the Christian sorority in college because my morals weren't high enough, so..."

"Seriously?  And to think, you got offended when I said you were visiting an adult website on your office computer."

"No," I clarified, "I was not offended by that.  I was offended that you would think I was dumb enough to use work time and a company owned computer for it.  What any consenting adult looks at during their own time in the privacy of their own homes, well, have at it."