One woman, J, was very sweet and I swear she is me in 30 years. Anyway, it approached lunch time and J asked me "so where are we going for lunch?" Which was very sweet ... except it's Passover ... so I had to pack a lunch. Which I apologetically told her. She wound up getting something and bringing it back (she even ate the corn bread in the car so as not to eat bread in front of me -- very thoughtful!)
But it got me thinking. When I would start at a new school, what was my primary concern? Not would my teachers like me, not how well would I do, not whether I was wearing the correct clothes (if you know me, that is never, ever my concern). No my concern on that first day was always who would I eat lunch with.
I think deep down we all just want to be liked. None of us wants to look pathetic or a loser (too obvious a statement)? And I think this woman who is slowly approaching 60 is no different than I was in that regard when I was in elementary school.
When you get down to it, is that really such a horrible thing? Wanting to be liked? I would have loved to join her for lunch, and if I see her at another training will gladly do so!