Funny story. Well, not quite ‘ROFL’ funny but more ‘huh, no kidding’ funny.
Ok, maybe it’s not that funny. But it will shed a little light into my personality and how this ties in with my conference persona as I head into another Blissdom Canada.
Anyway, so I went to get my nails done, as I do from time to time. I do my own nails, usually, if I do them at all (because who has time for that?), but I was kind of in a post-vacation funk and wanted a pick-me-up. So off I went.
Now, I’m the type of person that sort of keeps to herself on these trips to the salon. Hair. Nails. Aesthetics. I’m not a chit-chatty-tell-me-your-life-story kinda gal. I’m more of a just-douse-me-in-wax-and-rip-my-leg-hair-off-in-peace kinda gal. I’m the most boring cab fare any taxi driver has ever picked up because I just don’t like to engage in tell-me-your-life-story conversation with strangers.
Except when it’s Twitter. Or Facebook. Or Instagram. Those are ok.
So imagine when I totally and completely randomly just jump into a conversation willy-nilly between one of the other customers and my aesthetician as I’m being seated for my manicure. IMAGINE!
It went something like this:
Lovely customer to my manicurist, Christine, (they had obviously already been talking): “No I’m definitely older than you,” laughing. Christine shakes her head as if to disagree.
So I pounce, “No way. I’m older than both of you.”
Lovely customer: “No. I’m 39.”
Me: “I’m 41!” (Like I’d just won a prize or something.)
Lovely customer: “Get out! You definitely don’t look it.” (Which I took to mean I must look an utterly fantastic 10 years younger, at least.)
The conversation took off from there. Christine worked away quietly on my nails, observing more than participating. Over the course of the next 20 minutes or so I discovered that the lovely customer’s name was Christina. Yep. Christine and Christina.
Christina was in having her nails done for her wedding! She is getting married tomorrow, October 3rd. We talked weddings and honeymoons (hers) and kids (mine). And then her wedding song came on the radio, which her fiancé picked out, and we both got a little teary. Dream Come True, by Frozen Ghost. As a mutual 80s music lover, we were totally on the same page. Kismet, people. Kismet.
Dream Come True, by Frozen Ghost
All this to say that I stepped out of my comfort zone of usually keeping to myself. You meet some interesting and charming people when you put yourself out there. Sure, you risk meeting weirdos and oddballs, but sometimes they’re the best conversationalists.
As I head into my fourth — and, sadly, last — Blissdom Canada social media conference in two weeks, stepping outside the box will a necessary and key aspect of getting the most out of my conference experience. I absolutely need to shed my inhibitions and put myself out there.
I urge you, my fellow introverts, to do the same. Good things will happen.
Before I left the nail salon I gave Christina my best wishes and offered her my business card (also something I rarely do, but since I have 932 cards left over from last year’s Blissdom, what’s a girl to do but give them away?) I told her I would love to hear how her wedding turned out and to drop by my Facebook page and leave a quick note. I’ll let you know if I hear from her.