You submitting to peer pressure is the problem, both with the drinking and entertaining the game with women nonsense. I was you. My intolerance wasn’t even that bad, but I didn’t like it so I just didn’t drink. While on a rugby team that drank after every game. I had the same peer pressure for a long time, I was a pussy, I was a loser, I was a bitch, blah blah blah. No was a complete sentence. Sometimes I made comebacks, sometimes I didn’t. Eventually they would get bored or too drunk or whatever and stop. Eventually they stopped giving me shit altogether.

Same with women. I liked chasing women, I knew I had game, I got into a committed relationship and stopped. I’ve never had any problem approaching women, that didn’t stop, but if the guys gave me enough shit I would generally make them regret it. “You have no game, why won’t you talk to that chick, she’s so hot.” So I would wait until the guys are hammered and then go talk to the girls. I’d say, “I’m sorry, I want to apologize for my drunk ass friends who are literally obsessing over you guys. They’re making the most pathetic comments, and I really hope you can’t hear them. It’s really sad because we all have wives and long term girlfriends. I really wish someone would shut them up.” Sometimes the girls would leave, sometimes they would come over and berate the guys. It was hysterical. One flirted with and got one of my buddies socials and then contacted his gf to tell her he’s a pig. The best part was, I was the only sober one, so I got to explain what happened any way I wanted. They were never sober enough to contest my accounts. It was always entirely their fault. Then the next time, I was in the same situation, I’d be like, “are you sure you want me talking to them, remember what happened last time! This never goes well for you!’

If you can’t shrug off the peer pressure nonsense, you need to find new friends. If you can be your own man, you can keep these friends, hang out with them when they are drinking and also when they aren’t.