More of the same. “What do you do?”, “Where are you from?”, “Here is my business card. Let’s do something sometime.”
Translation: I am trying to pass the time and eliminate the awkward silence while I am here. Alcohol helps but it’s not strong enough for me to make this event tolerable. I will never see you or talk to you again, unless we run into each other at yet another pointless networking event.
All the guys are super PC. All the girls are whored up – tons of make-up and tight business clothes, ready to be bent over the office desk but most likely totally frigid, and besides- there isn’t one real man in sight, among all the nerdy pencil necks, who would take charge, and appreciate those women for who they are on the “inside”.