For God’s sake, NP, help this poor woman out! Set off the fire alarm.
I’m a lawyer, and I certainly appreciate a beer or two with the usual guys down at the sports bar after work. They sometimes have questions involving law for me, but it’s agreed that if I don’t feel like answering such questions for whatever reason, I won’t. They understand.
At least he wasn’t a banjo player.
I love hearing Ontarioians talk about or talk up Doug Ford. It removes the Trump monotony.
When I was actively dating, I went out with a few lawyers. Never again. Every single one was a trainwreck but I just kept doing it because I wanted to piss them off and refuse them. They don’t tend to make good romantic partners.
I am sure there is a good one out there somewhere that will make someone happy but it isn’t going to be me. I developed a long list of women that I would never go out with over time based on experience - corporate execs, QA people, lawyers, strippers and many others. Those are all neon stay away signs to me.
Thankfully, I am off the market but I had to learn to stick to teachers, nurses and clergy the hard way.
When I was dating before my wife and I married, I would talk very little about my job. While my career is very important to me, it’s not who I am. I wasn’t evasive, I would answer questions, but it wasn’t then and still not today, a topic of conversation the I bring up.
Probably stems from my childhood, when my dad would only talk about work at the dinner table, which I found extremely boring.
Neither do people who date other people just to piss them off, IMHO.
I had a blind date with a middle school teacher the other day.
OMG, the guy would not shut up.
He talked about:
The problems he was having getting an eye doc appointment, and why does he need one, he can see perfectly fine, but his doctor who treats his diabetes is making him do this, and why does he have to go to one, he didn’t run into walls getting there, did he?
Not just that he was divorced, but how he met his ex-wife, why she was in the store he worked in when he met her, why he stayed with her after figuring out she was “certifiably crazy”, she had manic depression, the details about the accident that kept him from ending the relationship, including why they had the accident, that there was a friend of hers that was with them, etc, etc, That he made getting married conditional upon her getting medicated, which she did, but then she did the weight loss surgery that threw her medications out of whack, so they got married and then got divorced just a few months later. How the divorce went. Things that happened to his ex after they got divorced.
How he got into teaching, how he chose his master’s thesis, how he had to go to London to see a particular document that couldn’t be gotten on the internet at all. How he got there because a relative wanted to meet up with a distant relation in Europe, but his near relative was starting to get dementia and needed a baby sitter to travel.
And, some stories about teaching.
And that was a date that lasted maybe just over an hour?
Mind you, he was a good story teller. I was never bored. But, the couple of times I managed to talk, he started back up pretty much as soon as I took a breath.
After the date was over, I realized that he ended up with a wife with untreated mental problems because he didn’t stop talking long enough to figure out that she needed help.
Law, like medicine, seems to be mostly mundane with some oddly fascinating bits. Certainly best discussed with colleagues. How do you know they weren’t just friends or colleagues?
I like discussing politics; have moderate and mainstream views. But even I wouldn’t discuss these things on a date, and understand some things are boring.
I’ve dated lawyers, doctors and teachers before. My opinions may not be generalizable.
I ain’t going to lie, I had to look that up.
Band name?
I’ve never been on a “date”. I met females somewhere. We clicked, and fucked, or not. Structure? Why bother?
ETA: None of them were lawyers, but their friends might be. We didn’t fuck, though.
You all seem like nice, reasonable people. If someone at the bar comes to me and prefaces their conversation with “do you feel like talking shop?” Then I’m much more likely to respond positively…after another beer or two. The ones that insist, get the brush off.
Maybe they’re both attorneys and that’s how they met. Different strokes for different folks - maybe she was utterly fascinated by his articling course.