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.
Joy Des Jardins says
Well, it takes ALL kinds, doesn’t it Jen? At least you met some very nice people as well. The last guy probably isn’t a bad person; just one with some issues going on. Hope you DO follow-up with the one you liked…you never know.