The conference, as ever, was dull as dish water. I had traveled there with a colleague (Mike), who has quickly joined with the other lad-ish salesman types that someone end up in this field (“selling” IT security). I’ve always had a natural boyish charm and a cheeky smile, so never had to use the slimier tactics. I mingled with old faces from other conferences before then I bumped into Michelle, we had meet a few times in the past for various reasons, connected on LinkedIn and then facebook,whatsapp etc. we both knew we would be here.
We chatted and caught up, even though she was the competition she and I got on like a house on fire. Before long we shuffled into the hall for a presentation, and separated.
Around Lunch, I had already had enough of Mike, as he and the rest of “”the lads” ent looking for a Pub, I headed back to the hotel and posted up at the bar. Not long after my food arrived my eyes where covered “Guess who” a soft, stern voice asked.
“Could it be…Darcy Bussell” I asked jokingly