Be aloof

You sip from the glass of champagne as you smile confidently back at Martha, resisting the urge to go over to her. You have to remind yourself that you're not some **** guy nervous to speak to a beautiful woman anymore. In this room, you're the top dog and women are nervous to approach you.

Martha leans over to her blonde friend and they start whispering into each others ears. You wish you could hear what they were saying, but it's clear from how their eyes keep darting back to you that you're the subject of the conversation. At the end, they giggle and Martha and her friend both smile sweetly at you before they turn away and wander into the crowd. Getting to watch their tight asses shimmy away is great, but you're disappointed that they didn't come over to you.

You're just about to give chase when a well-dressed, elderly couple comes up to you to introduce themselves, singing praises about your massive donation to the cause. As you keep up appearances and keep talking to them, you glance over in the direction where Martha had been, but she and her friend have disappeared into the crowd.

The evening progresses and you find yourself being pulled into more conversations like the 1 with the elderly couple, about the fundraiser and other things that high society talks about. Most of the time, you find yourself nodding and agreeing politely, not having much input on the discussions, though nobody seems to mind. They all just want a few minutes of your time.

Eventually, you make your way over to the buffet line, but even there, you find yourself sucked into conversations while you pick out the nicest seafood and snacks. While it's nice to meet a few famous athletes and take selfies with them, the evening is not an event that you're used to, and you wonder how Abby expected you to enjoy yourself at such an occasion.

As the fundraiser comes to a close and several long speeches are given, you're relieved that you don't have to speak, and that people are starting to leave. You immediately head for the exit, but just as you're about to step out of the ballroom, you feel someone tugging at your arm.