Participants were encouraged to place jewelry or clothing on the quilt to absorb “energy” from the event.
On a recent Wednesday night at a yoga studio in midtown Manhattan, a bearded man approached me and whispered in my ear, “I apologize for all the hurt my brothers have caused you.” He held me close for a few seconds and rubbed my back as we inhaled deeply together.
As we exhaled, a booming voice instructed me to move to my left and that it was now to apologize on “behalf of all women” to the man in front of me.
Guy explained that, if we were interested in one of the men, we should place a bead into their pouch at the end of each encounter.
Once we got started, 34 participants — 17 men and 17 women, ranging from those in their early 20s to literal grandparents — formed a traditional circle and moved counterclockwise through potential matches with improv exercises, communication games, and moments of tantric connection, a PG version of the “oneness” often associated with tantric sex.
I felt bewildered, not aroused — but judging from the expressions of the people around me, this mass apology seemed to be a turn-on.