You know those people at the after-work party or networking event who seem to effortlessly work the room, winning over friends and admirers with every dimpled smile or firm handshake?
That's so not me. And I'm totally going to a happy hour tonight, where I will barely know anybody, and I will end up hiding in a corner, sobbing into my glass(es) of wine.
All of the women's mag writers say that you should combat shyness br pretending you're not shy.
I want to slap these people.
Perhaps I could just hand out these?
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