Connecting with new people has a fancy modern name: networking. As far as words go, it's not sexy - too many reminders of Chamber of Commerce mixers and awkward Meetup groups. Blech.
Nevertheless, here we are a few hundred thousand years on, trying to find juuuuust the right one. But we're not alone. Married friends of singletons are big on changing our single status, even a little bit. Which explains why I received this email, reading in part...
"I’m reaching out to make an introduction. Not for a date, but for a connection. You’re both single, well read, well traveled and fun.
Maybe you can get together for drinks and giggles...."
This came from a married (naturally) female friend whom I thought understood that her focus should be on finding me potential lerv interests, not a book-club buddy.
Spot the subtext in the email with one swift reading, ie:
...Not for a date, but for a connection...
Translation: Either I'm too ugly for her, or she's a beast.
...single, well read, well traveled and fun...
Translation: Hopelessly unavailable, set in our ways or just plain ornery, we are both destined to be a confirmed bachelor or an unavailable spinster.
...drinks and giggles...
Translation: Because the thought of sex between you two is laughable.
Yes, I know, I'm an ungrateful ingrate. We can never have too many friends. Blah, blah.
Still. It's brutal when you gain insight into others' perception of you.
Bottoms Up, High Opinion Holders.
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