Ten days at a very high end tech conference with my own room, that was a recipe for disaster. The conference, like most tech gatherings, was 90% male with the only female attendees being the salespeople. I was probably one of the youngest attendees as well.
One night, a company hosted a small concert in a local bar. Since most of my peers from school were complete nerds, I went alone. While standing in line, I noticed an older man wearing a CEO badge, so naturally, I was instantly turned on. I introduced myself to him while he was hanging out at the bar and he must have thought I was a gift from God. He asked me what my favorite drink was. I told him I was underage and hadn’t really been out to bars before. He asked me if I had ever tried a Moscow Mule before. When I said no, he bought me one. And a second. And a third.