I went to a great party last Saturday night. It was just down the road and while there were some people there I knew, there were also some new faces. I talked to quite a few people I’d never met before which I find easy sometimes and other times I really struggle with it. Saturday night the conversation flowed freely.
Three of the men I talked to were all from interstate or overseas, but there’s one I’d like to follow up if he doesn’t. I felt a connection with him but that remains to be seen.
Anyway, towards the end of the night a very drunk man (not one of three) started talking to me and he must have asked what I did for a living. I told him. My age also came up, and I told him that too (truthfully). He went on to say that he couldn’t believe that I do the work I do (web-related) at the age I’m at (39).
I felt like punching him. Who says that 20-something’s have the monopoly on newish technology (he thought I only looked 29 which didn’t redeem him). He’s obviously not living in the real world.
He also wanted my card and I didn’t have one to give him, although why I would have wanted to I have no idea. I said go and get a pen and paper and I’ll write down my number for you, not forward thinking about this at all as I had no intention of ever talking to him again. He thought I should go and write down my number and I told him if he wanted it he would organise it. He obviously didn’t really want my details as he never bothered. Remember he was quite drunk.
I found out the next day that my friend got stuck with him while he told her all about his wife leaving him. No surprises there.
Just as well it was a good party. The memory of it is helping me get through today after four hours sleep Saturday night and not much more last night either.