I had a friend in North Carolina who was a pastor. A couple of his deacons weren’t fond of him but the majority of church folk loved him. The two deacons hatched a plot to get rid of him. They got a woman to call him up in the middle of the night and, crying, begged him to come over to her house. She was suicidal, she said, and needed to talk.
He threw on some clothes and rushed over. When he arrived, she answered the door in a negligee and grabbed him and kissed him. At that very moment the deacons, in the shrubs, snapped a photo. They told him to leave the Church or it would be all over town by the next day.
So, go ahead, tell me that you shouldn’t be concerned about the implications of being alone with a person of the opposite sex.