As a young family that recently migrated to the area, we appreciated the attention from another couple around our own age. You and your wife introduced yourselves at our neighborhood grocer’s, and it seemed natural enough—albeit a bit forward for total strangers. We exchanged pleasantries, agreed to get together over dinner sometime and even parted ways with firm embraces. At dinner, sadly, the mask slipped. Your charisma and charm suddenly seemed forced and feigned, and my wife and I briefly wondered whether you were sales-folks or swingers. You then segued into a pitch about some “miraculous” skin-care line, to which we were like, “Yeah, no thanks.” We wanted to make friends, not become another notch in your MLM “downline.”
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