Wait. You genuinely believe there are women somewhere who would consent to a conga line of unknown guys just having their way with them while passed out?

That is absolutely not a thing.

How is spending the day baking something in your own kitchen meant to help you meet anyone?

Or are you supposed to bake in someone else’s kitchen? I guess that’d be a neat way to meet someone.

*Knock knock*
“Hi, I’m here to bake a cake in your kitchen.”
“Uh, sure.”

I might even work sometimes.