Thursday, January 20, 2011
I don't even know if it is a full moon or new moon (or if there even is a moon) tonight, because I have lost track...but oh boy.
This morning I had a meeting with a corporate sponsor about upping the amount of money they give to our organization. I spoke with this person on the phone and had exchanged e-mails, but today was the first time we met in the flesh.
Now, I have experienced all kinds of handshakes before: the dead fish handshake (my dad said Richard Nixon had a handshake like that); the dainty not-really-give-you-my-hand handshake; the grip-the-life-out-of-you-and-nearly-crack-your-bones-because-I-have-a-tiny-dick handshake.
But I have never experienced a really sweaty one. Ick. So my first reaction? I stared at my hand, and then wiped it on my pants.
It took about one nanosecond for me to think...
I went out of my way to shake his hand lots of times when the meeting ended, and I left with three times the amount of money that his company gave us last year...but still.
I am so embarrassed!
But I'm also wondering: how do your hands get sweaty like that? Was he nervous? I know he didn't hop off the treadmill right before we met.
Then again, perhaps it's better that I don't know.