Meeting of Women

I've been waiting for months for the first official meeting of my women's club. It finally arrives and I am scared out of my mind. I feel like the new girl all over again. Having attended an informational meeting earlier this spring, I expected to be judged as only girls can do all over again, while thinking will I really fit into this group? Think rush. I have to admit I've never been through rush but I imagine it to be similiar.

Prior to this meeting, my leader contacts her groupies and arranges a pre-meeting. I think to myself at least I'll have someone to sit with this morning. I arrive at our meeting place 15 minutes early, my nerves get the best of me, and walk around. I don't want to seem too anxious. When I finally saunter over to my group I am surprised at how normal everyone seems. There's a runner, she lives up the street from me, the professional, and the cover girl. I continue to steal glances at the cover girl all morning in an attempt to figure out who she resembles. It finally hits me around 10:00 a.m. that she's Audrian from the hills. Now I feel intimidated. Did I mention she went to Texas?

After said meeting we head over for bonding time at the local tavern. I somehow loose my group and head for the door, but I am rescued by a fellow co-worker who decides to adopt me for a day. So my new "group" is very friendly and I thoroughly enjoy hanging out with them. Too bad they may get swallowed up in the sea of hundreds never to be seen again. Then it dawns on me, that's the purpose of those business cards. I never have one when I need it. One investment not worth the price.