On a scale of 1 to 10....how lame am I?

So, those of you that know me, know that I am attempting to enter the dating world again (yes Adrian, I tend to be a ridiculously long serial monogamist....shoot me, I love to really get to know someone!.....and I move at the speed of a tortoise in the middle of the Mojave desert on a mid summer day.) But that being said, I have entered the dating world again at my own pace, which seems to be a bit quicker than normal.

Anyways, so, a week or two ago I went on a date with a really nice girl (at least I thought she was really nice.....I have no idea what you all think....but take my word for it, she is really nice) and it was a nice date. Went to dinner, ice cream, walked around the city, it was good.

So, naturally I was hoping to go on date two, and she was kind enough to give an ol' grump like myself another few hours of her life, which she will most likely in the future wish she had never agreed to spend with me, but that is besides the point.

Needless to say, we agreed that a date 2 would happen. Well, as you also know, my schedule is not the easiest to plan around. It seems there is always something that is demanding my full time and focus and to get away from it is not just difficult, it could lead to a loss of my license to practice law, the failure of my law firm, and the sky falling on my head.

My bright idea was as follows. She is a Mormon (yes I know shocker, I went out with a Mormon and enjoyed it), and I am a Mormon and this weekend is conference (yes it is going where you think it is going.) Seeing as she also has a schedule that doesn't always lead her to having free time all the time, and I don't always have free time, and we were both most likely going to be watching conference this weekend, which meant we both had the same type of free time, and I wanted to see her again sooner rather than later, I invited her to come down to my house and watch conference together. So, technically speaking this would be date 2, and on date 2, we would be watching conference on a Saturday afternoon. How lame am I? Did I just cross the threshold into being the lamest individual ever created? I didn't mean to be lame, and it wasn't a lack of thought, but well, it just seemed to make sense, I'm doing X, you might be doing X (I didn't really know if she was much of a conference type person), why don't we do X together?

Does that logic make sense? Obviously if there is a date 4, I might have to do better (since I asked the first 2, she has to ask for date 3 right?) This isn't a completely male chauvinistic world is it? The line chivalry is dead and women killed it rings through my head, but I'll try not to be stubborn about it.

Tell me I'm an idiot....I'm listening! (I really just want you all to tell me I'm not an idiot, but I know the 2 people that read this blog too well, and they'll think I am an idiot!)

Never Say Never

I thought I was done. Really. I thought I was on my way to other things. There are, after all, other things in life.

But then it started seducing me back. First it was waving its arms at me and jumping up and down saying how close it was. And then it started giving me deep bargain discounts. And THEN it said it'd let me start as soon as I wanted. It was BEGGING me to come. And doing it with such perfect timing.

I'm a sucker for a good seduction, so I guess it was inevitable. Who doesn't love to be wanted? To be desired? And subsequently seduced? I have fallen and succumb. and so here I am. Back. And willing.

I will submit. You may suck my time and tap my brain and abuse me with your often arbitrary grading systems. You may demand of me whatever you want. At least for the upcoming 3 classes, at which point I reserve the right to totally re-evaluate and get my brain checked.

But I have a feeling you've got me for the long haul. You have me in your grasp for the next 1 and a 1/2 years. I will serve you.

But know this. After I serve you, you will serve me. Rest assured little MBA Program. You WILL serve me. And you'll be paying me back dearly for the next lifetime once I'm through with you. Bring it.