I just stood there awkwardly jamming hors d’oeuvres into my mouth. When I finally worked up the gumption go over and talk to someone, my heel broke and mini hotdogs went flying off of my mini plate. Some rendition of this worst-case hypothetical flashes through my mind in those last-minute makeup-check-in-car moments. I actually love going to networking events and meeting new people. I attended three happy hour get-togethers this past weekend! But I admit that a few minutes before I walk in, a little voice in my head is like, “Are you sure you want to go?”
