I had purposely arrived fashionably late but it seemed like everyone already knew each other. I glanced around the room contemplating my first move, grabbed an empty wine glass, and headed to a table where a man was explaining the difference between a Shiraz and a Syrah. I pretended to listen until he noticed me standing there and asked if I wanted to try the wine. The group of people surrounding the table took notice of me and, feeling awkward, I felt my face get warm. I extended my glass and said, “Yes. Thanks.” I took a small sip and nodded my approval even though I wasn't sure I really liked it. After a few more tastings at that table, I figured it was time to move on and so I scoped out the room for cute guys. Marissa had warned me singles events were usually attended by more girls than boys and the girls were typically better looking. I reluctantly agreed with her and chugged the rest of my wine. I was hungry, noticed the cheese buffet and got in line.
