Don't my Boobs Count for Something?

So yesterday we put on this career fair with 18 other colleges and universities in Kentucky. It was great (and a great way for me to get to know recruiters for our students). Toward the end I went around and introduced myself to several employers. My schtick was this:

"Hi, I'm Mindy from my college. I'm the Intern Coordinator, and I think our students would be very interested in working with you. Do you have any information about your programs and how students apply? Blah, blah, blah." (Of course I have to be vague online so that students won't know it's me if they stumble across this blog...but I'm sure it's obvious by now!)

But I never got past the first sentence. They always interrupted me to ask me what year I was or to see if I was interested in internships or jobs! Do I look that young??? I mean, shoot, my bra size has grown a size bigger in the last three years and I'm not a stick...don't I look like a full-grown woman??? So then, in a way so as not to embarrass them (I didn't use the bra line) I'd have to tell them that I actually worked with the students and that I wasn't interested in their jobs. I finally started saying,

"Hi, I'm the Internship Coordinator for my college. My name is Mindy...."

And then I found out that this confused them because my name tag (which was etched into metal the first week I started my job) says "Melinda." For some reason they just couldn't get over that one either! Wow...I have a nickname! I must be the only person in the world who has one! And since I'm such a talker, I ended up telling a couple of employers about how my mom thought that "Mindy" would look cute on the back of a cheerleader's uniform (Don't deny it, mom!) and that I really didn't like cheerleaders and I used to throw basketballs at them in high school.

I eventually went back to the first line.