There was a time when all a woman did was attend a sock hop
or cotillion and she would be swarmed by a room filled with possible suitors.
At the beginning of the evening, she dressed in her most fashionable ensemble and
armed with a beautiful smile and eagerness to please to parade herself before a
throng of desirable young men.
Then someone told us that we were wrong for that. We were
making ourselves out to be products and merchandise. The years went by and we
stopped parading ourselves in that manner and men forgot how to woo. They
seemed to have forgotten how to bring flowers and candy and take us to the
movies. We forgot how to smile and accept being showered with attention.
We lost relationships and forgot how to relate. Somewhere
along the line we fell out of love. We started
networking. A man across a crowded room is no longer a candidate for a relationship; he’s now someone to pitch our product or service to. We can’t see that in his eyes is desire and we begin to “pitch” our accomplishments, when he wanted to say, “Excuse me, miss. What’s your name? Are you free tonight?”
networking. A man across a crowded room is no longer a candidate for a relationship; he’s now someone to pitch our product or service to. We can’t see that in his eyes is desire and we begin to “pitch” our accomplishments, when he wanted to say, “Excuse me, miss. What’s your name? Are you free tonight?”
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