Thursday, September 30, 2004

Who Said Confidence Doesn't Matter

To the single female readers: ever wonder why that guy who is at the bar, in your class, at your work who keeps checking you out does not ask out? I know why, it's because he is a wimp.

That's not me. No, I have confidence which is what lead me to go ahead and ask out Shygirl. Before today I hadn't mustered up that confidence, but the circumstances proved right and the time was ripe for asking her out to coffee.

See Shygirl is a girl who is in a couple of my classes. She is friendly, attractive, and getting to know me a little better. I'm in law school, which is a three year stint, and right now I'm in my third year. During the first year you are in a section that shares the same classes with each other (e.g. like what happens in many middle schools), so you really get to know a third or a quarter of your law school class. Shygirl was in my section the first year, but I never knew it.

This is a part of why she is called the Shygirl. She is doesn't like to speak in class and is fairly quiet in class. However, last year I saw her by the mailboxes (around the last day of school) and had an instant crush. This year I found that we shared two classes, so I started to smile at her, said hi, and found myself lucky enough to see her finding a seat right by me in one of my classes.

For awhile I was thinking about asking her out to coffee, so that I can see if there might be some interest. It took me a little while, but today I went ahead and asked her out. She was happy that I asked and said that she would like to go and get coffee next week. We are going to go on Monday, which means that I will be able to determine if there is something more to it at that point.

Next week we'll see if I ask her to go on a real date.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Reno 911 Style

Today I did a terrible thing to one of my friends.

There is an episode of Reno 911 where two of the police officers encounter a man in a milkshake costume. They don't like him so they start to beat the living shit out of him. The milkshake man is dazed and stumbling around, which causes him to fall into the street. To further his bad luck, he stumbled in front of an oncoming bus and is killed on impact.

I threw my friend in front of a bus today.

I'm a chief counsel for a criminal defense clinic which puts me in a supervisory position. All of the chiefs and the professor of the clinic meet every week to discuss issues with the clinic. One of the subjects today was whether or not the chiefs should still go to the courthouse in the morning to help the current students. My comments on this is where I went completely wrong.

I was trying to point out that our involvement there has become pointless. In large part because we've become crutches for these students who can easily do this on their own. Not stopping there, I chose to give an example of a stupid ass question one of the students asked me. That wasn't good enough either. I revealed the name of the student.

This is a problem because the clinic is graded on a curve. Now the professor has a negative impression of one of the students because of my stupid comment. My point was not to call out anyone as being worse than others but to point out they are all unable to perform to their potential because we're there. Instead I name someone and now she's in the shit with the professor.

The slap in the face of this all is that she's one of my friends.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Hello Nurse

Every Tuesday night the Biggity and I go out to a local bar to drink a pitcher of beer, eat queso, and talk about what's going on in life. We talk other times but talking at a bar is always a lot more fun.

Why is it more fun? Is it because of the beer? Not really because you can drink beer at home too. The beer is fun but we could have beer at my apartment. What makes it most fun is the girls who come into the bar.

Tonight we saw a couple girls who sat down at the table near us. They were both sort of attractive. Not hot but good looking. We debated whether we should send them a drink but ultimately decided not to. I'm not sure why but part of it was my intution that there was something off. It didn't seem like things would work out even though we they weren't out of our league.

When the pitcher was about half empty the girls welcomed a visitor. Some balding dude who was trying to act cooler than he was. It wasn't confidence but just stupid shit that he was trying to pull. He must have been friends with one of the girls because he sat down at their table. If he wasn't a friend he wouldn't have gotten an invite to sit with them. Biggity was sitting there watching them because he had a better angle and noticed that the girls were holding hands after a little while. Actually holding hands in a dating sort of way not just in a girls holding hands way.

My intuition was right. Whether they were lesbians or bi they were certainly taken. That made the loser guy who got to sit at their table make a little more sense.

Introductions and what the hell is this?

I'm Curtis and I'm a 20-something living in Dallas, Texas.

This blog is created as a project that mixes a bit of sociology with creative writing. Before creating this blog I was conversing with a friend about voices on blogs and personalities that people create for their blogs. I pointed out that most people probably exaggerate some things, or puff themselves a little when they write about their life. Some people probably go as far as creating completely different personalities.

I have another blog that deals more with my creative writing and law pursuits. It occassionally tells stories from my life but not always in a direct way. I wanted to create a blog that would show more of who I am on a day to day level. The good times, the bad, the moments of joy, and the moments of embarrasing rejection. But that isn't fun enough for me. There has to be a challenge for both you and me involved. I figured, why not make a blog where the majority of the posts are true, while a few are partial or complete fiction. This got me to think of the ice breaker two truths and a lie.

This is a game where you tell people two things that are true about you and one thing that is a lie. Then the group has to decide which one they believe is the lie. Taking that idea I have created a blog where you the reader will have to try to decide if a posting is something that really is happening in my life or is a lie. You can comment about whether you believe it is bullshit or not. Hopefully you'll enjoy trying to figure out which part of the story I tell is false and which parts are false.

As a playwright this is a little exciting to me because everyone who reads is liable to walk away with a different impression of me. To believe certain postings are true while others are false. This means that a little of my anonymity will be protected while I'll still be sharing a lot of my life with people who care to know more.

The only rules that I have for this is that 1/3 of the postings will be false. I won't follow any order and it might be five or six posts before there are a couple that are false. I'll try my hardest to make it difficult for you to know what is true and what is false, while keeping it enjoyable! And I will also update the blog once a day to tell a story from what might have happened during my day.

Leave comments telling whether you think the story is the truth or a lie. Enjoy!


10/03/04 UPDATE: To encourage the interactive part of this blog each week there will be a Sunday reveal. Each week I will look at the past week's posts to see which had the most unique commentors. In case of a tie I will reveal the one out of those with the most comments or former post whichever breaks the tie. The post that qualifies will be revealed as truth or fiction. If it's fiction then I'll explain what really happened and how I came up with the fictional account.