I laid my own clammy paws on the bloke in front of me and gave him my signature spine thumbing.Backrubs complete, I was feeling relaxed and ready to get gazing, but there was yet more finger fun to be had.Chit-chat aside, I had some reservations about the "full-on" nature of the Shhh experience. The press release boasted that this was for "people who want to find deep connections, without the mask of predictable conversations". He got us all to stand on one side of the room before telling everyone who has had a one-night stand to walk to the other side of it. Light ritual humiliation out of the way we got down to the good stuff.Even in my most intense relationships, the idea of someone fixing me with some dreamy, thin-lipped pout-gaze does something to my acid reflux. Off we trotted, leaving three little mice all by themselves on the other side. To the soothing tones of Zero 7 we shuffled around the room in a sort of rehabilitation exercise for dead-eyed commuters.
Once we'd all had a good gander at each other's dick and tits, things got a little more "hands on".Say what you like about Adam's methods, you couldn't deny the good vibes.I didn't get the hugging memo, and was routinely left hanging for a high five.At one point, I also miscalculated the end of a game and was left blindly pivoting round the room with my index finger in the air.
We were asked to get in a circle and give the person in front of us a back massage.A rather frisky lady in a wrap dress got right to work on my tight shoulder knots and I'm not gonna lie, it was very sensual.