Me? Shy?
I’ll talk to anyone, anywhere, much to Dear Hubby’s and many other people’s chagrin. I was in Target today and managed to engage in two different conversations before I hit the register to check out. No wonder a trip that should’ve taken me less than fifteen minutes took me an hour.
When Mother was alive, she used to shake her head in disbelief, as I would engage some stranger in a lively conversation. However, I think she secretly enjoyed every moment.
Me? Shy? Nope. Dave will attest to that since he’s met me in person. At writers conferences you will find me having the time of my life talking to people well into the wee hours.
I can’t help it, I enjoy talking to people that’s why I broke sales records when I worked retail. My bosses loved it. I don’t work retail any more because I got so I didn’t like doing it. It wasn’t the customers as much as it was my last boss.
On the other hand, if my internal alarm goes off and tells me that a person is bad news, (and my alarm is very accurate) I will avoid said person.
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Doggonedmysteries 
IMHO enjoying talking to anyone who will hold still is a tremendous asset for any writer who doesn’t devote themselves to writing about themselves no matter how many characters in their work.
Or maybe I feel that way, because I do the same thing. This causes such delightful occasions as when I waltzed into a bank to ask if they would be kind enough to explain exactly how an illegal wire transfer works. I wound up being taken to lunch by a vice-president from the main branch. As well as acquiring exhaustive knowledge about the ins and outs of illegal wire transfers.
Probably would have been arrested if I hadn’t been so blithely confident that of course they would love to tell me. And that confidence came from a lifetime of talking to anyone who will hold still.
ROFLMAO! No wonder we get along so well!