At a networking event last night. I'm taking a picture with my phone, or trying to, and this woman keeps tapping my elbow and f---ing up my shot. I turn around to ask her to move, but I see she's trying to get my attention (despite me trying to take a picture).
Her: Demetria, right?
Me: Yes. Hi, how are you? What's your name?
I'm terrible with names by the way. And faces. I meet a LOT of people. A LOT. If our connection isn't about money or business, or you don't tell me some amazing story, I will probably forget we met until the fifth time we meet. And then I will only remember the fifth time. It's not personal. I have a small, but unique set of skills I focus on and perfect. Learning names ain't on the list. I only ask your name because 1) it's polite; 2) it's disarming.
She gives me her name.
Her: I almost didn't recognize you. I thought it was you, but I was like no, it just looks her because this girl is so much smaller. You look great. You lost of lot of weight, right?
Me: I don't know how to respond to that question.
Her: Oh, no. I didn't mean to be rude. It just looks like you're a lot smaller. You look great. You looked great before. You look really great now. You did lose weight right? You look so different.Read More