I think it was Moses who said “never judge a book by its cover” or was it Frank Butcher? Anyway…the reason I wheel out this ancient nugget of wisdom is because last week the truth of this phrase hit me full on in the face like a custard pie at a clown convention.

My friend Sasha had invited me to one of her work ‘do’s’ – she’s recently split up with her fella and didn’t want to go on her own. Not wanting to be a complete bitch I of course agreed to be her ‘partner’ for the evening. However I should point out that Sasha is an estate agent, so this event was unlikely to be an evening of thrills, spills and limbo skills – to start with the damn thing was to be held in the conference centre of a run down hotel in Croydon, not a good start.

So despite agreeing to go I really wasn’t feeling too chipper about the prospect, but on the day of the event I slipped into a pair of skinny jeans and stiletto heels then spent the taxi ride to the hotel painting a very large (but very fake) smile onto my face.

The evening was, as expected, so dull I felt I was having a near death experience. But never one to let the wind be taken from my sails I gritted my teeth and got stuck in.

I chatted to any number of estate agents about their new Lexus motors and dumbass cappuccino machines. I spoke to dullard girlfriends, wives and partners about holidays to Mallorca and fake tans. And I danced to Barry Manilow on a sticky dance floor with a slightly sweating, short bald man. Urggh.

Just as I was about to give up the ghost and head home I spotted a chap sitting on his own at the bar. He was like a beacon of light in a sea of doom! I headed over. Turns out his mate had dragged him along in the same way as Sasha had done to me, so before you knew it we’d decided that the only way to get through the evening was to order one or two small tequilas.

Needless to say the rest of the evening is a bit of a blur somewhat, but I’m fairly confident I was much less bored than I’d been before.

The next day my knight in shining armour called to ask me to dinner. Score!

So the point of all this waffle is to say, no matter how dull you might think an evening sounds sometimes you meet people in the most random places, so why not go along and give it your best shot.

This doesn’t just apply to nights out – bus stops, supermarkets, online, wherever you might be, have a small think about the people around you. You might find a little nod and a wink could get you more excitement than you’d expected and what a great way that is to make the very drudgery of everyday life a whole lot zingier!

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