I walked into a networking event expecting opportunity. What I witnessed was chaos.
Business cards scattered on tables, forgotten. Someone handed me a fake thousand-dollar bill with contact info printed on it — absurd theater masquerading as memorability. Another person made me download an app just to get his email and phone number.
I walked out early. Not in disgust — in clarity.
The tools we were using to connect were actively working against connection. In a room full of ambition, everyone was fumbling. And if they were fumbling, so was everyone else, everywhere.
That night, the idea crystallized: What if networking felt like a handshake instead of a transaction?