Party yesterday. A really great night. And the one thing that is the most interesting and happens on almost every party I go to is the "Mission Impossible". That is when a couple of people from the pre-party or what ever decides to take it to themselves and be my wingmen. Grateful as I am, it is still fun to see how it really works. Everyone is giving advice, pushing one forward and what not. Of course it never works as intended. The only conclusion they make is that I need a extreme makeover in clothing and attitude.
I don't know if that helps, for apparently I once did a great job, but for some reason failed when I said something. Or so I was told yesterday in the cab down to the club. And they don't tell me what I said and I can't even remember this incident. How am I supposed to learn when I don't know what I did wrong? Then again, I always was better at knowing the theory than actually using them. The one wingman/woman who succeeds will probably be better than Barney Stinson.
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