By: Robin Barone
Imagine the start of a cocktail party: the setting is a terrace of a midtown office building with an impeccable view of Bryant Park. The bar is full stacked with a selection of good wine and attended by two attractive bar tenders. Tables and chairs scatter the balcony with a selection of antipasta, crudite, and cheese to dine on. God held up his promise of good weather and you can feel good karma spreading in the air through the beats of background music.
As the event progressed, I noticed a trend. As each woman arrived, they would enter the terrace, look around, grab a glass of wine, find their friends, sit down, and get comfortable for the remainder of the evening. I will admit the chairs were really comfortable and the food was really good. But in the back of my head I kept thinking, “Aren’t they here to meet other women in our field?”