Any kind of party is bad enough for me, but it was worse. It was an anniversary celebration of an association which M. Anglais is a member of. people actually come for business networking. I came for the reason Carrie came with Alexander Petrovsky to the presentation that night – remember?
Monday night. London. Cocktail dress code.
As a couple of lonely freelancers, we did not really know what to do so I said to M. Anglais: grab two glasses of wine and just wait, somebody will come to us. And they did, we were then introduced to sorts of contacts.
I almost spilled my wine everytime I had to greet someone or respond to someone’s greetings. It’s the worst part of any conversation. Hello, I’m someone important (uh huh). How do you do? (Do you really want to know?) Nice to meet you (Well, I’m not so sure I can say the same). Just keep talking and read my eyes. I need another glass of wine.
Nevertheless, I got ‘charming’ points whenever we moved further into the conversation. It was probably the wine, but whenever you think it’s the wine talking, that’s me talking – the actual me.
In the end, it went really well. M. Anglais got several important contacts, I got more compliments than needed. While driving home that very night (yes, we love our children that much!), I said to my super smart looking man: why can’t we start a conversation with a stranger by saying something like “life is full of pain….”?