It's like 7 minutes in heaven, but less, and worse. 

You walk away from one with a story about how you kissed your cousin at a house party, and you walk away from the other with a story about how you got herpes from your cousin at a house party. 

Honestly, if you think about it, if you're gonna get an std, you may as well get it from your cousin. It's already gross, may as well lean into the skid and make being gross your identity. I mean that's what I did with being bald, and I only look up toupees like twice a week, so I'm clearly happy!