“He did everything wrong… He came off as desperate, needy and clingy.”

You’re not that guy, are you?

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I believe there are two types of people in this world: those whose batteries are charged by being around people and those who find it exhausting. I’m one who happens to feel invigorated by the presence of others, but it was on a particular day not too long ago that I had hit my max. I had just finished a long day of meeting with clients and I was ready - and I mean really ready - to just have a quiet drink by myself. I was staying at the Union League of Philadelphia, and I asked a staff member where a good place would be to just sit and have a glass of wine. He recommended Estia, a nice restaurant just a couple of blocks down the road. It was a Wednesday, and sure enough, Estia fit the bill. Just busy enough for me to know it wasn’t a dive, but not so busy that I couldn’t hear myself think. I sat down at the bar, took a deep inward breath, and was greeted by the bartender just as I exhaled. After the day I had, I opted for a Belvedere and cranberry over the glass of wine. One sip and life was already a little better.

It’s at this point, slightly reclined in my seat with drink in hand, that the small talk usually begins. I typically chat it up with the bartender first, especially if said bartender is a) female b) attractive and c) has conversational abilities that are at least at a 12th grade level. (These qualifications aren’t hard to find in the places I frequent, but I am surprised from time to time.) But I was content that evening to have a kind, but male bartender and no one sitting in either seat next to me. A drink - maybe two - and I was back to the hotel preparing for my flight back to Indianapolis in the morning.

However, there are times when fate hands you a card that you simply must play. Opportunity doesn’t always knock when we’re waiting to answer the door, and as a general rule of thumb, it’s good to be prepared when opportunity presents itself. Fate this particular evening happened to come in the form of a slender but curvy brunette that stood about 5′7″ and who decided that the best seat in the house was the one right next to me. Upon sitting down, she placed her purse on the opposite chair, pulled out her Blackberry, and begin sending a text or an e-mail. The bartender approached her and she ordered a glass of cabernet. It was obvious she wasn’t waiting on someone to join her. She was very much alone. Continue reading →

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