Thursday, May 31, 2012

Social Calendars and Choosing a Dinner Partner

This is Part 2 of my Retirement Dinner Story
To catch up click here to read Part 1 


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There's a reason why women take charge of the social calendar in married life. We are genetically programmed to take care of these matters. We are able to look ahead of the now to foresee any potential downers at our social event and work to remedy such situations before they ever have an opportunity to come to fruition. Case in point...open dinner seating.

There were over a hundred people attending this retirement dinner. If you were not a doctor, or a doctor's wife, you either worked directly with Doc C or were a member of his family.

At the announcement inviting (or rather herding) us into the dining room for dinner, we all picked up our name card and shuffled through the doors to find ourselves a table. I think most wives would agree, by this time, we would have already conversed, chosen a table and made arrangements as to who we were sitting with, who was in charge of grabbing a table, saving seats, etc.

Men don't do this.

Instead, I found myself aimlessly following (and perhaps wobbling a bit-- the stilettos--those damn shoes!)  Doc H around the dining room (this was his gig, not mine) as he tried to locate someone he would like to sit with.

Here's a classic example of a fundamental difference between men and women. Doc H is searching for someone specific in a dining partner. Someone he can rub elbows with. Someone he can network with. Someone who he would like to pass ideas by or perhaps informally screen for a potential job. If he has his way, he won't sit by a random person. He'll be gathering information, gathering data. He will be working this dinner.

We, ladies, will go straight to our friends and sit together to have a gab fest, drink free wine and cocktails, and have a great time. Work can wait until Monday morning. This is a social occasion, after all... a party, for the love of Jiminy Crickets! Did I mention the drinks are free? The drinks ARE FREEEEEEEE!

Despite all this, and regardless of the fact we happened to be one of the first couples in the dining room, we ended up being one of the last to sit down due to the circular dance we performed as Doc H tried to find a suitable dining partner. We ended up much like Baby, and found ourselves seated in the corner among the ficus trees...with only one other doctor seated at our table. No wife, no girlfriend, not even a  stinking date for me to occupy my time with. At this point, I would've been happy had he brought along a paid escort.  No such luck. Just me and two blood and guts guys. Me and two guys who wield a scalpel for a living. Me and two guys who slice and dice. Human beings.

It was at this point, I realized I left my iPhone at home. No Twitter, no Facebook, no Pinterest, no Instagram, no texting, no apps, no games, no blogging, no nothing. No. Nada. Zilch. 

This was going to be a long night.

S-O-B.

So much happened at this dinner, I've decided to write a few installments so I don't overwhelm you or take up too much of your day. Please be sure to follow via GFC, Linky, email, Twitter, or Facebook to make sure you don't miss out on the rest of the story. 

15 comments:

  1. ugh!!! You're right! So typical! I would have resorted to having a conversation with the ficus. I'm curious as to how the other wives usually are - personality wise - are they usually pretty friendly to each other?

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    1. Some are, some aren't. I swear there are some wives I've met and been introduced to at least 5 times and they still act like they've never seen you. But I do have some "friends" that I enjoy spending time with. They just weren't here at this event. I was flying solo on the friend front here.

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    2. ohhhh that's one of my biggest pet peeves: when you have to reintroduce yourself EVERY SINGLE TIME. I start out by saying, Hi, I'm ames. We've met several times before... Boom.

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    3. I'll try that! It probably goes over better than me replying with, "Yes, I remember! We met before at such and such conference." ha!

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    4. I think anything of the like is somewhat effective. I love it. I get being overwhelmed at these things but to not remember someone on the 3rd, 4th and 5th introduction is absurd!

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  2. As soon as you got to the part about leaving your iPhone at home, I was going, "Oh hells no." I have way too much experience being the trophy fiance of a certain banker to not understand the ramifications of that.

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    1. I had nothing. I can recite the menu word for word.
      I'm not even tall enough to be a trophy. LOL!

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  3. I do not look forward to these kinds of dinners! Terribly awkward is all I can think of.

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  4. You are correct, men should never be left to make any social arrangements.

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    1. I would love to know what Kellie would say if you sat her in a ficus.

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  5. This is so true! I am still laughing. And, yes, alcohol is required.

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  6. Laughing at the thought of you teetering in your stilettos ;) and jealous of the free drinks--always jealous of free drinks!

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  7. I enjoyed this post so much...I've been in similar situations many times; Chamber of Commerce wife!

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    1. Thank you! Those can be some really long dinners, huh??

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