Well, the first true social interaction I had with my fiance back in 2010 that didn't involve me verbally assaulting a mutual friend was in a club. I was drunk as trout, couldn't remember her name and dry humped the hell out of her leg on the dance floor. If I wasn't so drunk I had whiskey dick, I'm 80% I'd have finished.

That being said, that was my most successful club experience. I am the whitest white boy that the universe has ever conceived. My dancing usually consists of not using my arms for anything (except balance if there's a chick in front of me, then I hold her hips to keep from falling) because I don't know what to do with my hands. I am usually so drunk I try dancing with old ladies, other dudes or whatever chick will have me. I danced my junk in a midget's face once.

I don't really drink anymore and I've only been drunk probably 4 times in the last year. When I use to drink regularly I'd pregame before leaving the house and only buy beer at the club. Pregaming consisted of as much monster and captain coke as I could hold and still walk.