hummingwolf | (no subject)

After recuperating upstairs for a couple hours last night, I went back down to where the party was and listened to some more conversation as I munched on pizza and cookies. When people left a little while later, they called out to me things along the lines of, "It was good to meet you!" It's a common little cliche, isn't it? Tell somebody you just met that you're happy to meet them. But you never know that the first time. Unless you've got good instincts or they've got good references, you don't know if the person you just met can be trusted. You don't know that soon if they'll take all your money, break your heart, ruin your reputation, or generally be the worst thing that ever happened to you. Yet you call out to them as they leave, "It was a pleasure to meet you!"

One of my friends from college was the kind of guy who seems to know everybody, always great at networking and attracting folks from a wide variety of backgrounds (and foregrounds). After we'd been good friends for over a year, he turned to me one day at lunch and said, "It was good to meet you!" There was a sensible man.