Plus, prior to this party, I'd never kissed someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend — much less done so in front of them with their blessing.
Hell, I'd never even played spin the bottle before.
All the discomfort I initially felt was worth it, though, because the night ended up being one of the best I've experienced in NYC so far. I'm not sure if all makeout parties have sexy dress codes, but the one I went to sure did.
In fact, the invite specifically stated that anyone who showed up in regular street clothes or business casual outfits would be turned away, and they weren't kidding.
From what I could tell, though, that was the case, and they were super cute together.
None of them were weird about making out with other people in front of each other, and it was bizarre in the best way.
I wore a crop top and some faux leather leggings that a buddy let me borrow. This might have made me uncomfortable if my hair wasn't long enough to cover my nipples, it really came in handy later on ...
The first thing I saw after I entered the venue was a poster with a list of rules, most of which pertained to obtaining affirmative consent.
In fact, the whole crowd wasn't quite what I expected.
Nerds and hipsters of all ages were in attendance, and at any given time, at least half of the party-goers were making out with each other in their own adorable little nooks and/or during games of spin the bottle.
On top of that, before my friends and I were even allowed to enter the party, the doorman went through the rules with us.