Since we've hijacked Ketch’s thread and are all talking about sex, I'll share my story from my early twenties.
I was never shy, but like most men I found approaching a group of girls quite uncomfortable. So at the night clubs, I'd get absolutely wasted before 'making contact'. I'd have no idea of what I said, or what I did, but the morning would always be exciting when I woke up.
I'd open my eyes and see where I was and who I woke up next to.
In my early 20s there was a 60% chance of waking up next to a girl. By my mid 20's as my drinking got worse, that success rate was close to zero. .
There were generally three outcomes from those nights. 1. I'd wake up next to a girl having probably pissed her bed.

I wouldn’t remember her name so I'd sneak a look in her purse. The sex was either amazing or a disaster
2. I'd wake up in a bush - somewhere on the 5-mile walk home from Leeds city centre. I even had a favourite bush.
3. I'd wake up in some other place. Examples include: hospital with an IV drip; a strange 60-year old man's house (don't ask); a ditch; a cornfield; hotel corridor; ladies toilets; a phone box in winter; and my favourite: a portable x-ray machine at Amsterdam Schipol airport (true).
Actually - this thread isn't about sex, it's about me trying to use alcohol to 'socialise' however, that never really happened did it
