Getting mogged at confession

So I walk in there, and if im being honest I wasn't really feeling it. If i'm being honest, I woke up with a dry sweat -- and I don't even know waht that is. I'm not a catholic - god (osorry, ironic, I now) -- I'm not even a christian. But anyways I walked over there, it's a very serious building you know, a church. It looms. Not my style. But in any case, I kind of ambled in there. "Hello." I don't want to say anything -- I don't want to bring up something silly like christian eschatology ( I only looking it up on wikipedia last night in preparation -- do oyu even have to repare for confessoin? It's been a while since I interviewed for religion. Almost got thhrough on scientology but they said they weren't a good fit at the last minute. I was a competitive aplplicant, though I don't like to brag.) "How are you?" My god, (sorry) I'm not one to swoon for a jawline, but is that real? Is plastic surgery banned in the church? It must be. I don't think of myself as the homoerotic type, but it's hard to look past his adam's apple. "How are you?" (He swallows.) There's some sweat around the collar, under his armpits. I start to sweat a bit. The kind of sweat you get when you reailze, for the first time in your life, taht the subtle sense of alientation you hadwehn you were having heterosexual sex didn't quite feel right, felt a bit alienated, like you were going thorugh the motions, just larping. Oh god, the erection of a sub letting himself out of the closet, for the first time. A beuatiful thing. But not in god's house. "Can you point me towards the priest?" I am