Close your eyeballs, and think of a house party. Simple, right? There's probably some kind of beverage or variety of beverages poured into a painted cooler, loud music, maybe dim lights, and lots of gross sweaty people that you wouldn't dare be caught dead talking to sober.
Now put your little brain to work for a second and think about the kitchen. That's right, think of your favorite room in the house. What's in there? A fridge, stove, maybe a coffee maker, but most importantly, the alch and sodas.
Next step, who is in the kitchen? You, that girl from your theater class, and him. The one we've been looking for. That one person that is always at every.single.party.
He's just chillin' in his khakis and button down shirt with his solo cup in one hand and the other in his pocket. Sipping away in the corner, people watching and slowly but surely becoming tipsy. He got here when the party started, and he'll be here until everyone has left, but no one really knows he's there. Occasionally he'll give a bro-hug to another random drunk frat guy, but that's all the interaction you'll get from him. He has 4 cups of PJ, 2 beers, and peaces out in his Uber with 3 Dr.P's in his pocket.
Don't be like this guy.
Don't be creepy.
