What really bothers me about these 'introductory' fields in social networks is that they in no way represent the truly awkward aspects of actually being introduced to someone, or of introducing yourself. So if you could just picture me smiling nervously (I know you might not actually know what I look like; make up the best mental image you can of someone nearing their forties, with a fairly sedentary lifestyle, who wears spectacles and has a bit of a cleft chin) and laughing too loud, that would be grand.
You might want to throw in the obligatory shuffling from foot to foot, and the self-conscious admission that yes, being a writer is cool, and no, I've not published a book yet, but yes, I've been published, and yes, I *am* that sort of editor - the kind who corrects restaurant menus, and no, I haven't a dog, but I have a stupid cat, and yes, I have children (two; they're boys), and that I live in Happy Hollow in the Qu'Appelle Valley in Saskatchewan, and that I work with book publishers.
And then, when there's nothing left to seem interesting enough to talk about, pretend I've just asked you how you are and what you do and whether you have a family and stupid cats. Then, there would be the first Awkward Silence of our acquaintance.
I'm okay with Awkward Silences, though.