I dated a man of the Pentecostal faith. I attended some sort of special evening service with him. He cautioned me up front that I should wear a dress but, even so, I stood out like a sore thumb. For me, the service was over the top... true hell fire and brimstone stuff... and yes, there was speaking in tongues. It wasn't for me but..to each his own. The only truly negative of the evening was an elderly lady told me that my hair was my "crown in glory" and that I shouldn't cut it. (I've always worn my hair very short.) But, she smiled when she said it and I just said, "Thank you."
I declined further invitations to attend services and, shortly, there were no more dates with the guy. Just as well.