Baha'i Missionaries

So I'm sitting on my butt, watching the following video like 12 times in a row:
I'm trying to figure out if the Pug is actually doing anything to contribute to the group. And then there's a knock on my door. No one usually knocks on my door ever. I figure maybe the constant dog barking was bugging a neighbour, but I approach the door cautiously. There's been crazy shit happening when innocent and guilible people open doors. There was that cause of that girl who opened her door at 1am and welcomed a murderer in.
I look through a keyhole. Someone is there, they are short, and they have their head turned. I can't tell who it is.
I open the door a crack. Two women are standing there - one slightly taller than me and perhaps Mediterranean or Middle Eastern and in her 40s, and one is shorter and rounder and is black. She talks with a slight accent, perhaps Haitian.
The taller, olive skinned lady says, "Hi, we just moved into the neighbourhood and wanted to introduce ourselves." and reaches out her hand. I'm delighted. I've wanted to do that with neighbours since forever. Now that I think about it, the black lady is familiar, maybe I saw her in the elevator. When I ask where they live, she says something about "across from the building." That had me stumped. My building is surrounded by park land.
They told me their names but I can't remember them. The olive skinned lady told me about this community gathering she is trying to organize to help build community. They want to have a thing tonight at 5pm.
And then they mention that they are from the Baha'i community.
I'm currently on a pretty anti-religious bend. Even Unitarianism and me are not getting along. But I'm still a humanist. And I'm still all for seeing the beauty in each person, and respecting diversity, and respecting liberal, progressive forms of faith - which a lot of Baha'i falls into. (But I'm also aware of some other elements of Baha'i that really don't impress me - like homophobia and censorship).
But I mean, I still have a pretty interfaith magnet on my fridge, and I still believe that freedom of religion is important and protecting other peoples' right to religion is important (as long as their religion does not hurt or infringe upon others). I might not be interested in religion for me, but I will defend the right of having religion and choosing your own religion.
So as much as I'm interested in learning about various religions (from a scholarly rather than devotional perspective), I have no intention of committing or obligating myself to a religious community.
Anyway, they gave me the big speech and startle to rattle on about their Baha'i stuff in my hallway. I'm trying to monitor my facial expressions like a sociopath, because I can feel my mouth straighten and my brow furrow. I'm trying to be polite.
The dark skinned lady does almost all the talking. When she asks what I do and I say I'm a PhD student she does all kinds of flattering and stuff and then uses my interest in kids to pitch me more elements of what they're "selling."
And now they're going into the high pressure sales picture amount monthly meetings, and the children's school, and lots of other stuff. I want to learn more - but for the sake of knowlege. Not because I want to join. So I ask where it's happening (in the park across the street with the snow?)
Turns out, there's a community center by the social housing projects, and that will be the location of the children play group. (In which they will learn universal morales like sharing colors and learning together and diversity and community. They will also learn to sing songs and say prayers that are Baha'i prayers.)
I asked if the thing tonight was at the community center. It's at the Olive skinned ladies' home, and they describe the location in more detail. It's pretty much at my bus stop.
"Well, I know since you're a PhD student, you must be very busy," she said. "Oh, definitely. I'm trying to graduate, and plan a wedding -" "oh! a wedding!" " - and I'm teaching a course right now, and I'm trying to find a job. So, yes, very busy." And I restated that I was unavailable to attend the meeting tonight, and wished them goodluck.
They suggested letting me know when the next one would be, but I didn't give them my phone number or email, so I guess they'll come knock on my door when it's coming up?
Christ Buddha Turkmenstein. That's a first. I've been home when Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses arrive, and I've gotten crazy evangelical pamphlet's before (in my door and on the street). I've had Hare Krisnah's give me books at rock concerts. I've had Muslims from the university's MSA stopped me in hallways constantly to tell me about Allah, or to participate in an MSA event or pose for a photo wearing a hijab. I've had Catholic relatives and peers attempt to talk me into rejoining the church, and others peers have attempted to talk me into other churches. I've had Unitarians attempt to nominate me for all their committees and to get me more wrapped in than I could imagine. And I've had Jews look at me with a twinkle in their eye, hoping that I'd convert or at least alter my lifestyle.
But I've never been approached by Baha'i missionaries. And now I have.
I shoulda told them that I've visited the Baha'i gardens in Haifa, Israel. But then they'd think I was like a super Baha'i. Maybe it's good that I didn't.