I was introduced to the game Sex or Death while working in the greater Sydney area in Australia.
I was told about it by an Irish guy, who was clearly more cocky than he should have been about his abilities with ladies. It’s a simple principle – don’t book yourself a place for the night, just leave your stuff somewhere safe, apply copious amounts of deodorant and hit the town. The aim is to meet a girl and go home with her, as the only other option is to sleep rough on the streets and probably die.
This is not a game I’d recommend to anyone, ever. But it is fun, watching your friend desperately hitting on every girl in the club trying to find somewhere to sleep. I saw him waste a half hour chatting up a rather large girl, only for her mate to whisper something in her ear, followed by a rather humiliating rejection of my friend. As the night progresses of course and the more the alcohol takes effect, the more desperate and rediculous the players get, and so the less attractive the girls get, and the more idiotic (drunken genius obviously) the attempts become. I remember at one point asking another guy why he had two drinks, to which he said it saved going to the bar to buy her a drink.
Despite never actually wanting to play, times got tough at times in Australia, so a night spent curled up asleep in the back of a small car on a backstreet in Sydney was my punishment for losing.
Benjamin Duff
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