Suspend your rational thought for a moment and consider the following:

1) Me at a party Friday night
2) Me at a party Friday night tending bar
3) Me at a party Friday night tending bar and chatting with many new people
4) Me at a party Friday night tending bar and chatting with many new people while paying specific attention to an attractive woman

Hard to believe, right? Now consider what I learned:

1) I know nothing about mixing drinks
2) I know nothing about mixing drinks but I can learn how to make about anything with some instruction
3) I can meet new people, chat them up about nothing, bullshit my way through an evening…and enjoy it.
4) Older women pay special attention to the bartender who doesn’t know what he’s doing
5) Aggressive women will stalk their prey around a party without deciphering obvious signals (and running away doesn’t help either)
6) Some women actually do still find me attractive (woohoo!)

Two women wanted me on Friday night, one scary and aggressive. I fled from her whenever she came near. The other one happened to be the mother of the attractive woman I failed to interest at the bar. The daughter wanted nothing to do with me, but the mother hit on me all night as she spent most of her time attached to her bar stool. I can’t thank my friend Sharon enough for pointing out the stares of the psycho woman and helping me escape her advances, and for alerting me to the amorous looks of the aforementioned 50-something mother. I remain utterly clueless when women pay attention to me, unless they give me death stares from across the room.