don’t be That Guy (or Gal)

Something happened while I was at PNWA that fired a need in me to write a snarky advice post.  In brief: Kat Richardson and I made plans to meet in the hotel bar after my workshop.  When found, Kat was embroiled with a table of mystery writers and there were not chairs to be had because, you know, writers lurve their booze.  So I sort of scooted in between seats and said hey to Kat, and we chatted for a bit before dinner.  It was at this point that the man behind me leaps to his feet (possibly provoked by the stylin’ pink SPEAKER tag on my badge) and *thrusts* himself between Kat’s seat and my person.  “Heyhowyadoin!” he rumbles, shaking hands all around.  “I hear you’re supposed to network at these...