At the end of the night, one man told the group it was the first event he’d attended in New York where no one complained.
When I got home after the event, the first thing I did was hop in the shower, as I had just spent an evening awkwardly embracing 17 random men. Despite feeling stressed while the event was happening and the occasional flashbacks to attempting to lie down in a stranger’s lap, it was as if I had just returned from an evening at a spa (for my mind).
The corners of the room were lined with tea lights, and in the middle of the room was a large patchwork quilt.
Participants were encouraged to place jewelry or clothing on the quilt to absorb “energy” from the event.
One man and I had to place our right hands on each others hearts, and he graciously did his best to avoid touching my boob.