checking out the opposite sex in church

Any touching whatsoever at that point was as good, or better, than actually copping a feel, in terms of thrills Just touching hands to arms & leaning in far enough to share breathing space--WHEW!

I actually was relatively innocent in those days. I could blush

I took my camera to church one Sunday & snapped a photo of the guy who kept proposing to me. Whether it was BS or not, it's a delightful memory

It was awesome to get that amazing degree of enjoyment out of something so simple

I'm going to hell, aren't I?

 

And now we can see why some religions seperate the sexes during religious services.

 

I know, we can't have people going to hell just for a little touchy-feely.