This isn't to say that mountain lions are social butterflies.
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Millionaires are social butterflies, always meeting and chatting with new people.
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Success is supposed to come to the suave schmoozers and social butterflies.
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People with Venus in Gemini are social butterflies who deeply value intellectual connection.
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For social butterflies and wallflowers alike, it's all about the quality of your connections, not the quantity.
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However, Libras tend to be social butterflies, which means they're not always the best fit for homebody Cancerians.
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On the 20th, the social butterflies inherit the earth as the sun floats into garrulous Gemini for a month.
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Gemini moons are social butterflies and busybodies—but they're also suckers for romance, even if they don't know it.
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And it turns out that drinkers are social butterflies in Monroe County, while New Yorkers were a bunch of drunk hermits.
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In August, a Gap ad across the pond was criticized for stereotyping boys as "thinkers" and girls as "social butterflies" with these graphic tees.
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I'm sure some social butterflies are reading this and wondering who would be so sour on humanity that they'd need advice on escape plans.
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An inseparable pair of social butterflies, they floated around the field before the game to chop it up with CC, Giancarlo, Action Bronson, and Ebro Darden.
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Like, I know some social butterflies and at least a few have come out to me about how hard it is, talking to people and putting on a smile.
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If you count yourself among the social butterflies who can't help but leave a party with half a dozen phone numbers, you just may have a very specific point in your astrological birth chart: Venus in Gemini.
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According to John Pearson, the Sitwells' biographer, "David dressed superbly, had an amusing line of gossip about all the best people, which he recounted in an engagingly basso profundo voice, and after leaving Cambridge was soon floating, as unattached, good-looking, upper-class young Englishmen could float in those more gentle, far-off days, through a rarely failing world of dinner-parties, long weekends and holidays abroad. He was the perfect guest, the ideal ornament for any party, charming to women and agreeable to men, better connected and far better read than the usual run of gilded social butterflies, and equally at home in the best society in Paris or in London." Before World War II, Horner published two books based on his life in France: Through French Windows (1938) and Was It Yesterday? (1939). During World War II he served as a Squadron-Leader in the Royal Air Force.
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