"How I Atteneded an All-Guy's Mixer" is the equivalent of eating cereal for breakfast. It's not the kind of cereal that tastes like dessert, nor is it the kind that tastes like nothing. In our cereal bowl, we have six characters. Our boys are as simple as they can get. We have the normal guy, we have the slightly less normal guy, and we have the slightly bizarre guy. They walk around and fawn over the main cast. Our girls are a bit more complex. We have the dashing and suave prince, the deadpan otaku, and the blonde pseudo-tsundere. We have some intrigue on thatfront. Our prince is seemingly perfect, but she always feels like she's hiding some part of herself from the boys of the group. Our otaku feels a sense of embarrassment over her work as a BL mangaka. Our blonde...doesn't see herself as cute?

This is what the vast majority of chapters feels like. The little toy inside of this cereal box is the fact that the girls look like guys 80% of the time, whether at work at the bar or spending time in public. This manga just...exists? It feels like a couple of strangers went to a meeting and said, "We have an interesting premise, but we don't have a story" and the company said "we'll throw in whatever plot points are popular these days".

At the end of the day, I'm still here to read the latest chapter. I guess the manga isn't so bad after all. :)