Working Mum: The return of an unwelcome stranger
By Tabitha Ronson
The moment it popped onto my screen I was bemused. A Linkedin connection request from some chap I met on a group holiday some nine or 10 years ago, pre Master A.
I had not given him a second thought in all this time. He made that much of an impression on me.
My friend invited me on the trip to make up the numbers. It was a skiing trip to Heavenly Valley, California, for professional types most of whom were single and looking for a bit of mingle.
I remember her selling it to me: "It will be just like Wham's Last Christmas video!" This is the friend who is still umming and ahh-ing about making a withdrawal from the sperm bank - and she wonders why I despair of her.
The whole experience was ghastly. There were several City bankers, who truly lived up to their stereotypes. If it weren't for the fact I was part of their group it would have been funny to watch their posturing and bloated egos at play. As it was, I had to share chair lifts, après ski and group suppers with them.
I recall most of the girls were equally horrid. They all wore that scent of desperation. They spent day one zoning in on those bachelors deemed eligible and then the remainder of the holiday hunting down their quarry.
And then there was Mr Linkedin connection request. Looking back, he didn't make much of an impression because he was just a regular somewhat nerdy little guy who was on the trip to enjoy some great skiing with probably the hope of making some new acquaintances along the way.
I felt a bit bad that I hadn't taken much notice of him.
Oh, well, what harm could it be accepting his invitation?
"OMG! I have just received an invitation to connect on Linkedin by that guy, David, from the skiing trip. He's still looking me up. How creepy!" screamed the text from my friend.
Working Mum, happy to be a glass half full kind of a girl - although, I won't be accepting Mr Linkedin's connection request any time soon. Seymour Parrish, anyone?