I often wonder why I am so socially awkward. Perhaps it stemmed from some terribly embarrassing incident that occurred when I was a child, at one of the seemingly millions of events I was forced to attend. Considering how many weddings and parties I was at, I should be an expert at both entering an event and then “making the rounds”, sharing my wit and my warmth.
Maybe that’s the issue – I’m fine when I’m attending an event with people I know well like family and long-time friends, but I’m not so fine with people I’ve met through work, and their partners whom I’ve often never even met.
Also it’s easy to enter an event with a partner or a group. My husband is one of those natural social butterflies. He can talk to anyone and is intimidated by nobody. He’s often the life of the party.