Spoiler alert: I'm not planning on a third date because I'm a judgmental jerk. At the end of the first date I was on the fence as to whether or not I'd want to go out with Sixty-two again because while he was a lot of fun, I wasn't really attracted to him. However, in the end I decided not to be superficial. I met Sixty-two for an afternoon of strolling around various thrift shops, which in itself is always fun for me, and then he started telling me a story...
He became friends with someone at a festival who asked him if he'd been to a tantric sex party; he hadn't been but really wanted to experience the party. The rule was that each guy that went to the party had to bring a female otherwise they wouldn't be admitted, so Sixty-two immediately began asking every girl he knew to go with him. Believe it or not, none of the ladies wanted to go to the party. But wait! There was one girl he hadn't asked - his sister. Yep, his sister. Seriously, people, my brother doesn't even like to acknowledge the fact that I kiss guys, so the fact that Sixty-two asked his sister and she said yes baffled and amused me. To top it off, their brother wanted to go to the party, too. Two brothers and a sister walk into a tantric sex party...it's not until they get there that Sixty-two realized, "Uhhh, I brought my sister to a sex party."
I don't even think it's the fact that he wanted to go to a sex party that bothered me most...it's more because (a) he thought it was okay to take his sister as his guest, and (b) he told me this story on our second date.
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