I adore Catholicism for a number of reasons, but one aspect of the Faith that especially appeals to this romantic and feminine heart is the indulgent mercy of a Father who, let's be honest, totally "spoils" us every chance He gets...
I can't think of any more astonishing example of love than the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Come on, I mean, unlimited and unmitigated forgiveness of sins? Not only forgiveness but forgetfulness, a complete tableau rosa each and every time we stumble and reach up for His hand. What's the catch than? Why aren't we lining up in droves? Could it be our own pride which holds His grace and mercy just out of our reach when we are most desperate for it? The love that floods a human soul, the grace and mercy and capacity for real charity that the practice of frequent confession fosters, this is a force to be reckoned with. . . this is a force capable of altering the course of history.
God is a lover, first and foremost, and He searches for opportunities to manifest this love to us tangibly, sacramentally. The sexiness of Catholicism, if I may correctly apply that modifier, is in its incarnational reality, the "smells and bells" that we sometimes mistakenly dismiss as human accouterments; these are the aspects of life that inspire and enliven faith, indeed, that make faith more believable, more possible. We have the reassurance of human touch which transmits a deeper reality when words are inadequate; it's not enough to possess intellectual knowledge of spousal love, and so we have the marital embrace. It's not enough to read and to hear that God loves us and desires total unity with us, and so we have the Eucharist. And when we fall, when we turn away in shame and sin and can't look up at Him, can't hardly look at one another for shame or sorrow at our shortcomings, we have Confession.