I moved to rural Minnesota. My Norwegian bachelor farmer neighbor came by one day and invited me to his house for a party. He said "I gotta warn you there is going to be a lot of drinking there." That's O.K. I used to go out and drink a lot with my friends after work. The farmer then said, “I gotta warn you, there may be fighting too.” That's O.K., I generally get along with people pretty well. The farmer then said, "I also must warn you that sometimes there is a lot of sex." Woohoo! As my new neighbor was leaving, I asked him what I should wear. The Norwegian bachelor farmer answered, "It doesn't matter! It's just going to be the two of us."