Once upon a time, not so very long ago, I put on my best professional attire, hopped in my beater of a car, and tottled into a semi-fancy, networking event at a beautiful LA rooftop. Excited that I might actually network my way to my dream job, I wearily, and in excruciating detail, explained the ups and downs of my life’s journey to the first person who actually approached me to talk. When I finished, I was exhausted (It takes a LOT to condense all 30+ years of your life into a five-minute soliloquy). And the poor woman who’d deigned to talk to me was shell-shocked. As we backed away from each other slowly, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I was approaching networking very, very wrong.