Whether I’m bored to tears or having a great time at a party depends upon the crowd, because I make just about the same demand of people at a party as I do in my close personal or even casual relationships- Have something to say.
I’m not choosy. It doesn’t matter if you have lots of tattoos, or none, or if you are a nerd, or not, or you like to pilot a plane, or you collect antique firearms, or you like old movies, or you love to study quantum physics in your spare time.
If you are passionate about something (besides your ceramic clown collection, that’s still just weird), I will probably find you charming and fun, and not be counting the minutes until I can get the hell out of dodge.
Don’t make me talk about the weather, unless you are knowledgeable and passionate about meteorology and that’s your thing. That’s cool. But if today’s rain is all you can talk about, I will force myself to hang out by the buffet and hope someone hungry comes by who can talk about something more than just the food- unless, of course, they are passionate about cooking and want to strike up a foodie conversation because that’s their thing.
When I’m reading, I’ll take poorly written prose that tells a great story over wonderfully written text that lacks in the storytelling. Everyone likes to bitch about Fifty Shades of Grey and how poorly it is supposedly written. But it’s sold a zillion copies, and presumably not just because of the bondage, but because of the story. Come for the bondage, stay for the story. It has something to say, as did Kerouac’s 120-foot paper scroll of On the Road. What do you have to say?