Today's guest blogger, comedian Joselyn Hughes, gives us the scoop on what it's like to navigate the social scene without the aid of beer.

I'm done drinking.

I am not an alcoholic. And I've always enjoyed drinking, ever since that first warm can of Bud Light I tried in the back of my friend's '89 Civic. It was gross and fun, because that's what drinking is.

But after breaking up with yet another man after yet another failed relationship, I realized something extremely important: Most all of my dating has involved drinking. And I'm sick of it.

It's subtle, sneaky insight that just came to me like a beer-filled light bulb glowing above my head. Drinking has been the third wheel in the pre-, during and post-party that is my dating life, standing right beside us. Sometimes right in the middle of us. Or passed out next to the toilet.

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Tequila, With a Regret Chaser

You have a drink (or three) that first date to get over the discomfort that is its "newness." You get flirty and bold. Inhibitions go away and you stop stressing over the topics you talk about, how your lip gloss looks, and whether or not your breath stinks. Alcohol puts a funnier, more interesting and dynamic luster on everyone's personality, but it doesn't last.

The only thing worse than waking up with a hangover is waking up with a hangover and a new man in your life whom you "connected with" so well because you had two appletinis and a margarita. I can't handle the awkwardness of that, so things always get weird and we stop seeing each other after a date or two. The next weekend I'm out on another first date ordering a mudslide and hoping this date's better than the last. It's a no-good, nasty cycle.

But no more!

Goodbye, Social Lubricant; Hello, Social Life

I went on a date last weekend that 100 percent sober -- and awkward. I was nervous; I pitted out my shirt. I knocked over a water glass onto my lap and looked like I wet myself. I avoided talking about my mother and instead talked for way too long about my third-grade teacher Mrs. Schnable for no apparent reason. But he seemed to like it, and like me, and he when he kissed me goodnight I was thrilled, because we had real, actual chemistry.

If we last, I will be proud that I finally chose to really date someone instead of drunkenly-ignoring-reality dating someone. And if we don't, it wasn't because we were drunk and I was embarrassed, but because it just wasn't worth it. At least this time I'll figure it out before things go anywhere -- and I won't wake up with a nasty hangover.

Joselyn Hughes is a comedian and writes for the Tosh.0 blog for Comedy Central. You can see more about her at joselynhughes.com.