So in the last few days I have been to a Christmas party for work and a holiday open house. I guess it went pretty well...I only had one panic attack and one sweat attack. I don't think I used any bad language or told offensive stories. I think my outfits were okay and there weren't any big lulls in conversation.
My Dad was the ultimate socializer and small-talker. He was the life of the party and he made his way to every social gathering from funerals to fish fries. He was the man. Clearly, I did not receive one shred of this gene. I see that progress will be slow.