21.5 happy medium

Went to Joff Latus’ party in the evening up at his place – in a large barn. Having heard that there would be a lot of girls there, I conditioned myself for the appropriate tactics. With the type of social situation, i.e. very casual, loud music, beer, lots of ‘hard types’ and type of birds that go with them, I chose the blatant, animalistic approach and was quite prepared to carry it out to the full.
Instead, the boy-girl ratio must have been less than six to one, of which six (of the six girls present) were already committed before the event. It turned out, as a result, to be a mere booze up. I didn’t get drunk, although I had a lot to drink. My self-confidence in the event was surprising – having not experienced the Bempton disco type of social (non?) – event for a year.
I do not intend to revert to animalism like the 1975 variety ( which in a transitory sense, was quite successful), but on the other hand, I am going to shake off the false introvertism that I have been pretending to possess since hanging around with Steve R a lot. I am going to re-awake and find a happy medium.