Whoring out myself

Yesterday at faire, I had three people (one of whom I knew) ask me if I was available for hire for parties, etc. In each instance (they all happened at different times, in different places), I responded with an enthusiastic yes and gave the person a business card. Every time, the person looked at the card, looked at me and asked "Are you on Facebook?"

Fuck.

So now I have a Facebook account to use for networking dance gigs. I'm only going to use it as a promotional thing, though. No chatting, no personal interaction. If you know my real name, feel free to go over and friend me, but I'm not going to using it as a way to stay in touch with people beyond business transaction stuff.

WITL Day Two

Rules are here. ( Today's photos are here )