Dear Mark,
I messed up.
No, really—I royally messed up.
We met at the booth. You were interested. I was charming (I think?). I scanned your badge with the confidence of someone who definitely wouldn’t forget to follow up.
And yet… here we are.
Somewhere between the airport WiFi, the mountain of post-event emails, and my questionable life choices, you slipped through my fingers like a free tote bag at a trade show.
Was it my inbox chaos?
Was it the CRM black hole?
Was it me?
I can’t say for sure. But here’s what I can say: if I could rewind time, I’d send that follow-up so fast your inbox would catch fire.
If you’re still out there, Mark—give me a sign. A reply. A smoke signal. A carrier pigeon. I promise, this time, I’ll get it right.
Regretfully (and slightly desperate),
Chris