I Don't Believe We've Met

Yesterday Husband and I went to a very well attended work party (which also included families of guests and non-colleagues who were friends/family of the host).   Those events are always tricky, especially when you really don't know many people.  I'm not a shy person but I do much better with complete strangers than people I sort of know.

We had two invites back to back so there was no time to change.  We were definitely overdressed which instantly made me uncomfortable and obligated to explain we came from somewhere else more formal. (I know I'd definitely be whispering about the person in black patent stilettos and a dress at 2pm on a snowy day.)  Good thing only three too many women commented on how they can't believe I can walk in heels like that.  And only one actually lifted up her leg, showing me her shoe, as proof that she "is a bigger fan of flats."  I would not have been overly surprised if she continued lifting and put it behind her head as a nifty party trick.

I should have encouraged her to try it.  She was halfway there.

Someone I see regularly approached us.   I even know her name and thought she may know mine. Turns out she did not.  In those situations you should simply say "Hi, I'm (name)" and follow up introductions with small talk to find out more instead of hurling a grenade at the other person.

Her opener?  "You must be a friend of (host)".  Ouch. At this point, Husband is warming up to make this conversation more interesting.  He has an uncanny ability to keep a straight face in all situations.  I do not.

I responded politely letting her know that was not the case. Before I could tell her my role at the company..."Ohhh, so HE must work there.  He looks much more familiar than you do." Ouch ouch.  Quick note to my parents and/or friends - if I am ever kidnapped, don't bother putting my face on posters or milk cartons.  Apparently it is not at all recognizable or familiar so it will be a giant wasted effort. You will never find me.  Maybe just slap on a picture of my shoes because they are clearly more noticeable.

Husband lightens up the conversation by saying "nope, she actually works there, not me....in the cafeteria....she's the lunch lady."  Radio silence.