Schmoozy

I am not a good schmoozer. My girlfriend would disagree, but there's a difference between working a room full of people whom you know and pressing the flesh with total strangers.

I am shy.

By the time I'm drunk enough to walk up to a total stranger in hopes of striking up a conversation and possibly a connection, I'm too drunk to be coherent. This weekend, I a sauntered up to a sorta famous CBC radio host and stumbled through an awkward conversation about my record label. In this case, the chap looked drunker than I was, so the whole episode probably didn't register. Nonetheless, I walked away feeling pretty dopey. I am always very self-concious when I'm in an altered state. This is why I had such a lousy time of it with girls. Up until four years ago.

Four years. If you had told me then how things would be today, I don't know if I would have believed you. or even if I would have wanted it this way. But here and now, I know I do. It's great.