I just stood in my doorway for like 30 minutes talking to two Jehovas Witnesses while not being completely clothed (my second semi-nude, door conversation instance this month: social phobia be damned). I was sleeping when they knocked on my door, so I wasn't quite as sentient as I normally am when dealing with these situations. Furthermore, while looking through the complex glass configuration that makes up my front door, I saw the two fellows in suits which led me to believe they were some sort of government workers-- so I answered the door. They were nice fellows, and I enjoyed talking to them actually, but ultimate knowledge of the fact they do this probably out of being compelled by their group somewhat diminishes the meaning behind the interaction. I enjoyed talking about philosophy and my past with such fellows anyway (the God topic was a bit tedious, however I endured out of mutual respect and politeness), but it was interesting to learn Jehovas witnesses don't believe in mind-body dualism, and they used Spinoza to engage my fancy... But alas, like so many Don Juans who connive to find a way to the hearts of maidens, I realized I was naked and naive, and really regretted answering the door. I really hope they won't return.