I have a secret.
Lean in real close.
In social settings, I sometimes have a bit of trouble.
And why is this relevant right now?
Well, I’m headed off to BlogHer ’11 in a couple of days and my palms are sweaty just thinking all of the evening events that I’ll be attending.
Events that will have alcohol.
Basically, I shouldn’t drink and meet.
If I have had zero drinks, I am friendly, but appropriate. I will listen to you and try to learn as much about you as possible.
If I have had one or two glasses of wine, I become funny. I will laugh, you will likely laugh, and fun will be had by all. This is my happy place. Yours too, I’m afraid.
If I have overindulged and had three glasses of wine, I basically lose my mind. All of those latent insecurities come to the surface and I become a one-woman Nichole marketing team.
I will want so badly for you to like me that I will. Not. Shut. Up.
Here’s a sample conversation. See if you can spot the trouble…
New friend: Hi, nice to meet you.
Me: Nice to meet you too. I love your shirt.
New friend: Thank you so much.
Me: I have shirts, too. I have lots of shirts. I have blue shirts, yellow shirts, white shirts, black shirts. I love shirts. Shirts are so awesome.
New friend: Um…
Me: Some of my shirts are cotton, some are linen, some are sleeveless, some are not. We both love shirts! We have so much in common!
New friend: Okay, well…um…nice meeting you. Buh bye.
So, if you meet me at BlogHer ’11 and I’m rambling, please know that it’s just because I like you and want you to like me too.
Though I like to think of myself as a confident woman, there’s something about large groups of women that reduce me to a version of my 22-year-old self.
And that’s my biggest fear.
Are you going to BlogHer ‘11?
And if you are, what’s your greatest fear?
Maybe we can talk about it at length after a few glasses of wine.