Manicures? You're kidding, right?

A marketing person who wants me to choose her venue for an event (this is something related to work) introduced herself over email a few days ago and suggested that she and I "go get manicures together" and talk about my "event" (which I'm actually not in charge of anymore, and haven't been for two years).  

Um.

1. You don't know me.
2. How about at least Google-stalking me before gender-profiling me?
3. You don't know me.

I found this totally bizarre and amusing, and I wondered if she's trying to do the buddy-buddy "old boys' network" kind of thing...  except with another woman...  whom she has never met.  So odd.  I was tempted to say yes, just to see the look on her face when butch ol' me showed up, but I don't think sitting through a marketing spiel about her amaaaazing venue would have been worth it.   I mean, seriously.  If she's not going to also take me to a blow-dry bar, buy me an appletini, and go skirt-shopping together, what's the point?

All of which made me think: what would a butch "old boys'"  networking event look like?  I bet it would involve neither manicures and appletinis, nor golf and scotch.  Maybe craft beer and a softball game?  A glass of red wine and a k.d. lang concert?  What say you?
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