I soon hit the wall. Literally. A mirrored wall reflecting the general shapes of people in the smokey (one could smoke then) soon found my all my geekhood, and especially my face, smooshed into it. All I saw were "more people" so I figured - well, keep going - who knows what honey lays back there - maybe that one, unattached, able & ample bodied woman lay back there, untouched as of yet by the succesful. Not to be. Someone said to me, "um, its a WALL" and I backed off, prying myself off and leaving my dignity & drink, a clear indicator of my prowess and what kind of night anyone could expect if they so chose to approach. Lets just say the warning worked all too well and end this lesson here.
"Here endeth the lesson."