I went to a party where I only knew 2 people Ok, I live with 3 people, this one dude, another guy, and his GF. The GF's sister was having a graduation party and I was invited so I decided to stop by (I was going some place else and it was on the way, anyway). The only people I knew were the GF and my roommate (who didn't arrive until a few hours after me). I had met her sister (the graduating one) once before. I hate being in this situation (huge group of people where I only know 1 person), so I decided it would be good social practice. To make things harder on myself (and because I'm lazy), I didn't even dress up or anything. I was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, I hadn't shaved in 4 days (which makes me look scrubby, not rugged), and for the coup de grâce I pushed my hair into a faux-hawk (which looks funny on me cuz my hair is receding in the front, anyway). So not only am I in an uncomfortable situation, but I look goofy, too. So any success I have will be based entirely on me being cool and not on being pre-accepted based on my looks. There was only one attractive chick there, she was married, and her husband was there. The average age was like 24-28, except for the parents/relatives that were there. So I go find my roommate (the chick) and she's like "cool, you came!" I told her to introduce me to the important people cuz I didn't know anyone. So I do some meet-and-greets, fake-and-shakes, etc. Then I find myself standing alone, which reeks of no social proof, so I start picking random people and walking up to them and being like "hey, I'm Falconer." But I'm uninteresting so the conversation dies down and they walk away. lol. Ok you know the game Bags that drunk people play in college? There are 3 Bags boxes set up, so I meet this guy and I'm like "dude, let's play bags. I'm sure we can kill these other people." But we ended up getting owned. lol. The alpha of everyone there was some big weightlifter dude in a white polo with a popped collar ::coughdouchebagcough::. When I saw him I was going to walk up and go "hey Mr. Popped-collar, what's your name?" But he pre-emptively struck by asking my name first. Whoops. Oh, back to the married chick. I talked to her and her husband for a while but some other dude came in and stole the show by telling some boring story. Yawn. This is the shit I have to work on... he was boring as fuck and his story was retarded but he held the attention of the group. This stuff still boggles my mind. Anyway, she was hot... an 8 or a 9... her husband was average looking and a bit large... thus proving once again that looks don't matter for dudes. However, he was "masculine," despite not being super-good looking, which probably explains how he has a hot wife. (I don't mean for the next paragraph to insult anyone... it's coming from my perspective) Except for the dude in the popped collar shirt, most of the people there were of a demographic with which I am not familiar... most of them were blue-collarish, electricians or construction guys or carpenters, with forearm tattoos or full sleeve tattoos, and most of the conversation revolved around motorcycles and/or guns. Not my thing, and also not something with which I am familiar. Some dudes were even wearing wifebeaters and had tribal tattoos on their biceps/shoulders. Can you get more stereotypically lame? Of course they had more game and social proof than me, which I'm starting to understand why despite insisting that this look is stupid. So overall, I did a shitty job socially, but at least I put myself in an awkward situation for a few hours and I got some free food out of the deal. w00t.