I must fine because my heart's still beating

Ugh.


I expressed affection for no fewer than three women last night, culminating in the likely ill-advised e-mail that is recreated in the post below. The thing is, though, I meant it. To one girl I simply said (while she was giving me her phone number and asking me to call her this weekend, it should be noted) that I had had a crush on her since my 1L year (she'd been a tutor). No biggie.

To another, I put on my best wooing demeanor, and with alcohol-loosened tongue, tried to convince this lovely creature that we should be together. After refusing to kiss me (don't worry friends, I kept it light and airy), I persevered via text message. I pride myself on my expressive abilities in this medium - it takes a special skill, I believe, to get in a full thought in that limited space. I like at least a beginning and ending, and if I'm lucky I can squeeze in a substantive middle as well. Also, I insist on correct grammar and punctuation - is anyone else like that (I know Amy is)?

Anyway, I think it was all for naught - though maybe the runner will work out, who knows. I just hope I haven't crumbled the foundations of any friendships, which I sincerely want to preserve. I suppose I'm especially worried about the last one, the one I e-mailed last night. She doesn't seem like the type to respond well to this sort of thing. It occurs to me as I write this that she reads this blog, so I wonder if I should choose my words and thoughts carefully - seeing as how at 8:18am I do not have an alcohol-loosened tongue - but I think I need to say one other thing, God help me.

The last one is someone who needs to hear that stuff, perhaps more than anyone. (please bear in mind that I may be full of shit, but I'm going on anyway). From everything I've heard, from her and others, her fiance is a jackass - she deserves so much better than that. I don't regret e-mailing you, dear, and I hope you won't hold it against me during this, our last year together.

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Big fun weekend approaching. Friend from S-town arrives in T-Minus 5 hours - which will likely turn into 7 hours or so - and I got permission to leave work early. He picks me up at the office, and we head straight for the disc golf course. What is this 'disc golf' you speak of, I can hear you asking? Actually, I think most of you know about it, though perhaps someday I will post a big thing all about it. I barely play anymore, and mostly only when friend from S-town comes here, or I visit him there.

Hopefully we have enough energy to party like rock stars, because I love it when my non-law school friends meet my law school friends. I was pondering earlier why that is, and I think it's because I love all these folks so much, they are such quality people and friends, that I want to share them. Also, friend makes a great wing man, so maybe that'll help with runner-girl-who-gave-me-her-phone-number.

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Speaking of running, I'm going to try it again. I'm convinced that I need to get rid of the gut and get healthy; I'm not getting any younger, and I think it's time I made myself look good. To what end? I don't know. There's a local running/drinking club that we saw last night while doing only the drinking part, and four of us decided to join. Two of the four, myself and a girl, are way out of shape, so we pledged to run together - I hope I don't wuss out. It'll help to have a partner - so I also hope she doesn't wuss out.

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Okay, that's enough for now. Back on Monday with more tongue-loosened thoughts, unrequited affection pledges, and disc golf tournament round-up.