A KARAOKE CONFESSION. Not very long ago, I lost my karaoke virginity. When I gave it up, I did it in a private booth with an agreeable young lady whose identity I shall not divulge. The whole shebang took us one or two hours before we left, both aglow.

Last night Agreeable Young Lady and I returned to Japas 55...but this time we came with four others: two men, two women. For 120 minutes we indulged ourselves to the hilt in a karaoke orgy fueled by sake, beer, and wine. When our time was up, we found it very hard to drag ourselves away from the booth. Eventually we staggered out to the narrow bar area, which was packed with karaoke sizzle. Everything came to a climax when a batch of bachelorettes recreated the "Time of My Life" number from Dirty Dancing, twice hoisting the bride-to-be in the air but only dropping her once.

Wherever I looked, I saw fervid karaokeans getting their flirt on. What is it about karaoke chemistry that casts such a sexy spell? Maybe Christopher Brosius, creator of Cumming: The Fragrance, should delve into the matter and come up with Karaoke: The Fragrance.

Interested in exploring New York's karaoke dens? Back in February, Gothamist and its readers offered a bunch of karaoke club suggestions.