A banker friend was invited to his client’s post-M&A extravaganza in Bali recently. But instead of being excited, he looked rather worried, saying he didn’t have a plus-one to take.
After hours of scrolling through his contacts for possible dates, occasionally lamenting about his recently ended relationship, I managed to encourage the chap to board the plane alone alongside many happy couples.
On the day of his departure, I felt like a proud father sending his dateless teenage son to the prom. And luckily for him, all was not lost. While rival bankers were forced to spend time with their companions, my friend managed to earn the client’s admiration with late-night marathon drinking sessions, even sealing a future mandate in a drunken haze.
Sometimes flying solo certainly pays off. Hear that, Tai Tai?