One girl, we'll call her Giggles (for reasons I am not stating here), I have been hanging out with a bit lately. She has been getting more and more flakey. Last night, I text her tell her that my softball team finally won a game (and then we lost the other half of our doubleheader, but still, we finally won). She texted back that she was at a W-Ville bar she is often at and that she has a headache. I know that means she doesn't want to see me, but I figure a flirty text should still be fine and tell her, "Poor baby. Anything i can do to makd it better?" (ignore the typo, we were celebrating). Her response: "I wish. Just a lot of stress and then my uncle just died today so i have a lot on my mind." Yeah, she's now cut off.
Also, another girl who I went on a couple dates with early in the year, but then life just got in the way, recontacted me a couple weeks ago. We agreed to get lunch. She e-mailed, said, "How about Wednesday?" I told her that was fine, 1 pm works for me, but you can pick the place. Never heard back. Then today I get an email from her asking me to donate to a charity for her. Yeah, stand me up and then ask for money? Classy.
June 27, 2008
June 17, 2008
Dinner
An old ex-girlfriend took me out to dinner last night. I helped her get a job in the City, so this was her repayment. I have always been infatuated with her, and probably always will be on some level. Oh well, I got free steak.
June 13, 2008
We're talking softball...
Like many 20-somethings in Chicago, I play on a co-ed rec softball team (though I play 12-inch, not the true Chicago 16 inch, what can I say, I like not having broken fingers). My team is pretty horrible, but we have fun and get to drink free pitchers of beer after our games.
Last night, in the middle of getting slaughtered by a team whose girls had all played college softball, one of their girls was standing on first and looked out at me. (Yes, I play right field for the worst team in the league, you can guess what that says about my softball skills). She then says, "hey, I think you were my TA."
During undergrad, I was an undergrad assistant for the lowest level math course offered (so not technically a TA, because there was no professor, but to the kids, I served the same function of knowing the subject matter and being fluent in English). I had this job for 4 semesters, and thus well over a 100 kids, plus helping out randomly in the other sections, I clearly don't remember most of them. Sure, there were some really attractive girls (dumbest math class in a state university attracts a lot of dumb kids and athletes). After thinking about it, I think I remember this girl. She was actually the closest I came to having a crush on a student (as opposed to a lust for some of those girls).
We played the last game, so the lights were shut off and everyone cleared out very quickly, but we'll see if I bump into her next week.
Last night, in the middle of getting slaughtered by a team whose girls had all played college softball, one of their girls was standing on first and looked out at me. (Yes, I play right field for the worst team in the league, you can guess what that says about my softball skills). She then says, "hey, I think you were my TA."
During undergrad, I was an undergrad assistant for the lowest level math course offered (so not technically a TA, because there was no professor, but to the kids, I served the same function of knowing the subject matter and being fluent in English). I had this job for 4 semesters, and thus well over a 100 kids, plus helping out randomly in the other sections, I clearly don't remember most of them. Sure, there were some really attractive girls (dumbest math class in a state university attracts a lot of dumb kids and athletes). After thinking about it, I think I remember this girl. She was actually the closest I came to having a crush on a student (as opposed to a lust for some of those girls).
We played the last game, so the lights were shut off and everyone cleared out very quickly, but we'll see if I bump into her next week.
June 12, 2008
grumble
I generally have good relationships with exes. However, there are two that I don't speak to (one by my choice (though she probably agrees), one by hers). LTR and the girl from law school I dated right after.
LTR works for a large brewery in their corporate offices. Said brewery is merging with another one. In the spirit of compromise, they are thinking of moving the new corporate offices to Chicago. I live in Chicago now. LTR wants to live in Chicago, but can't due to her job. I like it like that. That may change soon. I don't like that.
Law School Girl hates me now (she has several valid points for doing so, several invalid ones as well, but let's focus). It is easy enough to not come in contact with her, I only hang out with a couple of people from law school (lawyers really aren't very fun). However, one of my good friends is getting married. He (and his fiancee) went to law school with me. He is good friends with LSG. I couldn't attend the engagement party, so there was no issue there. LSG cannot attend the wedding, so there is no issue there. However, my friend is having a "couples shower," whatever that is. There will be a keg and drinking games and other amusements, all of which I like. However, there will likely be LSG as well. I am ok with us not talking, but I don't want a big awkward anything to happen. So I am not a fan of that. Especially because the shower is the day before my birthday. I am trying to turn my birthday into happy time.
Also, I am not a fan of the fact that I am supposed to bring a recipe to the shower. Can I just cut out the side of a mac-and-cheese box and call it a day?
LTR works for a large brewery in their corporate offices. Said brewery is merging with another one. In the spirit of compromise, they are thinking of moving the new corporate offices to Chicago. I live in Chicago now. LTR wants to live in Chicago, but can't due to her job. I like it like that. That may change soon. I don't like that.
Law School Girl hates me now (she has several valid points for doing so, several invalid ones as well, but let's focus). It is easy enough to not come in contact with her, I only hang out with a couple of people from law school (lawyers really aren't very fun). However, one of my good friends is getting married. He (and his fiancee) went to law school with me. He is good friends with LSG. I couldn't attend the engagement party, so there was no issue there. LSG cannot attend the wedding, so there is no issue there. However, my friend is having a "couples shower," whatever that is. There will be a keg and drinking games and other amusements, all of which I like. However, there will likely be LSG as well. I am ok with us not talking, but I don't want a big awkward anything to happen. So I am not a fan of that. Especially because the shower is the day before my birthday. I am trying to turn my birthday into happy time.
Also, I am not a fan of the fact that I am supposed to bring a recipe to the shower. Can I just cut out the side of a mac-and-cheese box and call it a day?
June 11, 2008
Voicemail
Holy shit, I just got turned on by another attorney's voicemail to me.
It is a stupid case, a small debt type case that we are doing to try and convince the guy to give us more business. In these types of cases, the debt-collecting attorneys have huge caseloads, and thus they basically drive when settlement occurs.
A couple weeks ago, we had a court date. The attorney was a typical semi-cute female attorney. We briefly discussed settlement parameters, figured we should be able to settle, told the judge we want a month, and I took her card. I called her last week to try to hammer out the details, but had to leave a message.
She called yesterday after I had left (I leave at five, I get here early so I can have a night life). Her message sounded like a phone sex operator. When she gave me her cell number, I was expecting a 900 number. It was awesome. I am not dealing with anyone else from her firm, I want to have a phone talk with her. Clearly, that is in my client's best interests.
It is a stupid case, a small debt type case that we are doing to try and convince the guy to give us more business. In these types of cases, the debt-collecting attorneys have huge caseloads, and thus they basically drive when settlement occurs.
A couple weeks ago, we had a court date. The attorney was a typical semi-cute female attorney. We briefly discussed settlement parameters, figured we should be able to settle, told the judge we want a month, and I took her card. I called her last week to try to hammer out the details, but had to leave a message.
She called yesterday after I had left (I leave at five, I get here early so I can have a night life). Her message sounded like a phone sex operator. When she gave me her cell number, I was expecting a 900 number. It was awesome. I am not dealing with anyone else from her firm, I want to have a phone talk with her. Clearly, that is in my client's best interests.
June 4, 2008
Insert over-played Vegas cliche
I know I am a slacker, but noone reads, so it doesn't matter.
Last weekend I went to Vegas for one of my law school friend's bachelor party. After cancellations and whatnot, there ended up being 6 of us, with the other five all growing up together and being involved in real relationships. Despite that (and only really knowing 2 of them before), I never really felt like the odd shoe, so that was nice. We did the typical Vegas things: lost money, went to the pool, lost more money, drank the entire time, looked at females, and lost money. Despite the offers of the other guys to wing for me, I declined to try to get laid.
In fact, I almost went to efforts not to get laid. At one point, a lady (with amazing fake breasts) sat next to me to play some blackjack at the Belliagio. At some point, I cleverly deduced that she was from Montreal. It may have had something to do with her speaking French. At that point, I declared my hatred of all things Canadian. Despite numerous opportunities, I did not step down from this stance. The other two guys from my group at the table were dying with laughter at my expense.
However, to save some face, I did convince the cute girl seated next to me on the flight back from Vegas to give me her phone number. Not too bad for someone going on about 10 hours of sleep over the last 4 days, during which there was debatable personal hygiene done, and plenty of alcohol consumed. Sadly, she lives about 2 hours away from the city.
Last weekend I went to Vegas for one of my law school friend's bachelor party. After cancellations and whatnot, there ended up being 6 of us, with the other five all growing up together and being involved in real relationships. Despite that (and only really knowing 2 of them before), I never really felt like the odd shoe, so that was nice. We did the typical Vegas things: lost money, went to the pool, lost more money, drank the entire time, looked at females, and lost money. Despite the offers of the other guys to wing for me, I declined to try to get laid.
In fact, I almost went to efforts not to get laid. At one point, a lady (with amazing fake breasts) sat next to me to play some blackjack at the Belliagio. At some point, I cleverly deduced that she was from Montreal. It may have had something to do with her speaking French. At that point, I declared my hatred of all things Canadian. Despite numerous opportunities, I did not step down from this stance. The other two guys from my group at the table were dying with laughter at my expense.
However, to save some face, I did convince the cute girl seated next to me on the flight back from Vegas to give me her phone number. Not too bad for someone going on about 10 hours of sleep over the last 4 days, during which there was debatable personal hygiene done, and plenty of alcohol consumed. Sadly, she lives about 2 hours away from the city.
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