Pimpette in the Pulpit?

It's Sunday. The day of rest. The day to worship and reflect. So I figured this would be as good a time as any to ask sweet White Jesus for forgiveness. I admit that I scan my congregation for the men folk. I know, I know, I'm supposed to be bowing my head in prayer, but I always got one eye on my row to see if there are any cuties. Once I find one I look to see if they are wearing a ring or sitting with their boo. When I get caught looking to hard I yank my eyes back to the good book and try to focus on the sermon. But between all the shoutin' and hollering and laps the ladies do around the church when the preachin' gets good, I still look.