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"Last night, Betsy and I decided to meet at a grown-up, fancy-schmancy bar on Central Park South, since we are both in our thirties but always attract younger men. She, especially&amp;amp;#8212;some people don&amp;amp;#8217;t even think she&amp;amp;#8217;s old enough to sit in the emergency exit row on an airplane. I totally fell on the subway stairs (before I began drinking), and later, knocked over a very expensive martini and broke the glass. I tried to pick up the stem of the glass and punctured my finger. There was a lot of blood! Hence the boo-boo. But I think the Band-aid takes five years off my age, don&amp;#x27;t you? ;) At some point in the night, Betsy and I were in the middle of dissecting one of her dating stories. We were stymied by the fact that one of her most enthusiastic suitors had dropped off the face of Betsy&amp;amp;#8217;s earth when a man standing nearby stepped in to offer his opinion. He was very tall and handsome, wearing glasses and a really nice suit. So of course we assumed he was single and available for us. To his credit, he informed us within about fifteen minutes that he was married. Then I noticed his ring hand was in his pocket, a classic married-man stance. I demanded he pull his hand out. Toward the end of the night, we all began talking about magazines and fashion (Betsy is a stylist). Not surprisingly, the very dapper Married Guy was also into fashion (although he does not work in the industry). Somehow the talk got slightly worky and networky. I don&amp;amp;#8217;t know why, but we both gave him our business cards. All I can say is, we were roaring drunk. But then this morning before I was even awake, he emailed me a friendly hello and told me he&amp;amp;#8217;d read the blog (Yes, I am calling you out, if you&amp;amp;#8217;re reading this, Married Guy). I&amp;amp;#8217;m partly to blame for giving out my card to a married man. But usually I assume a person will just throw the card away. It&amp;amp;#8217;s like shaking hands; it&amp;amp;#8217;s pretty mindless. It&amp;amp;#8217;s always iffy why you&amp;amp;#8217;re connecting. I mean, the guy could set me up with one of his friends or hear about a job opportunity. Still. It was a clumsy night all around&amp;amp;#8212;I cut my finger on a martini glass and I got sloppy with my business cards. Do you have a policy for handing out your card, or do you just do it all the time? P.S. More etiquette stories: Class with Countess LuAnn and Single-ish reader Megan blogs about public nail clipping. Hilarious! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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