Uncanny Impressions

Am I really the only one who sees so many similarities between the corporate world and your love life? It’s like when you’re on a date, throw on a wardrobe of formal outfits with a bunch of your High School diplomas and you've got yourself an interview!

You always have to share the same level of optimism. In fact, the level of optimism should be optimum!
Eagerness on the other hand can be treated both ways. You can either look like a willing participant to be able to do anything you’re offered (in this case a partner or a job) or you could look completely desperate.

Looking desperate may get you through the interview/date but it definitely won’t do the job.
The key is to play a little hard to get (by not asking too many questions and answering to the point).

Of course you have to look fabulous for both occasions because even though looks aren't everything they can help. ;) Presentation is important but do not go overboard. Also don’t miss out on the simple signs, which I like to call sneak peeks at the real deal.

Sure you might not need another guide book to your love life but the next time you are on a date you won’t help but notice the baffling similarity it poses to the other social situation.

Your date, sitting across from you in the disguise of an interviewer who might pose a simple yet crafty question as, ‘Tell me about yourself,’ and how you answer it will get you to date number two!

Image Source: National Payday Loan Relief website

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