Back in the 1980's I was a teenager and had been an assembly of god member for a several years. I was a young straight male that over the course of a few years had grown my hair long and got my ear pierced (at the time it was crazy unusual in my small midwestern town). I was also a good student, an athlete, had 2 jobs, and helped out at the church building sets for plays and setting up audio equipment and stuff like that. And I was, and still am a nice guy. But for some reason Mr. Preacher Man suddenly decides to do a Sunday sermon where he talks about how being a good person doesn't matter if you don't follow the lords words and beliefs. And he literally stared at me during the entire sermon. Just me. Why? One was because I had long hair (hmmm, did Jeebus have a crew-cut?), and two because I was a good looking athletic kid that the girls (and some older women) were keen on. The guy did an entire sermon because he thought he'd lost an alpha male status that he never had in the first place. And you betcha that later on after deciding that the whole religion thing wasn't for me, I moved on and been pretty happy about it since. A few years later I slept with one of his hot nieces after a party. She knew I hated the guy, and she didn't really like him much either. It was one of my top 5 most awesome nights of sex ever. Pu-raise da Lawd!