The Guardian has an "Agony Aunt" column called Private Lives, where people send in their problems, and the readers act as the "aunt". This week's agony concerns a Christian babe who doesn't want to do the dirty before she gets married. This wouldn't be a problem except all her toasters are heathen, and of course, she doesn't want to be "unequally yolked". (I prefer using "yolked" to "yoked" - the contrast between omelettes and sunny side up is a constant reminder of the profundity of the commandment.)
Reading it reminds me of many young Nigerian women. Except that most of them wouldn't have a "diverse range of friends", and wouldn't be able to tell you when they became Christians. It's also amazing that the Guardian has so many Christians writing in, it must have been all five readers who responded. Read on, perhaps you would've had better advice.