Today was a sultry day on the subway as a gal carrying a tightly bound red contracts book sat beside me, took out her pencil, and started to underline key phrases as the subway thrust its way through the tunnels, moving quicker, in and out, in and out, molesting the darkness, fondling the light of various “stations” and then diving deeper, through the underground toward it's climatic ending, the World Trade Center. It was a deliciously intense ride, but also...
...The Longest Ride of My Life.
There I sat, in utter awe, as her blue eyes gazed down at the words on the page. Breach of contract. Specific enforcement. Delicious. I could not believe myself as I sat there, literally next to this being, as the train consummated the rails, rushing forward without stopping. My jaw dropped as I saw that she was briefing one of my all time favorite cases, THE TJ FRIGGIN HOOPER (ok, she was not, but that would have been so cool). I wanted to say something, but I was in a daze, listening to my iPod. I wanted to say, “hi, what law school do you go to?” or, “have you ever read the blog, lawschoolfail? I'm the author!” But, being shy around females, I did not say a thing. I just let the train do its thing and wondered why she decided to sit next to me (other than the fact it was the only seat available at the time.) I wondered if she knew that I was a law student. As I looked at her book, she probably thought I was just some “regular joe” who didn't know anything about the law. She was obviously a 1L, reading contracts, and I thought that she would maybe swoon if she knew that I was a big time 3L, soon to be graduating. Soon to be taking the Bar. Soon to be empowered by legal grandeur! I should have jumped up and said, “where are you at in contracts? ...oh, specific performance. Yes, but the courts prefer to give expectation damages. If the contract is breached, and if the contract is for land or for something unique, then perhaps specific performance will be ordered. Would you marry me?”
...The Longest Ride of My Life.
There I sat, in utter awe, as her blue eyes gazed down at the words on the page. Breach of contract. Specific enforcement. Delicious. I could not believe myself as I sat there, literally next to this being, as the train consummated the rails, rushing forward without stopping. My jaw dropped as I saw that she was briefing one of my all time favorite cases, THE TJ FRIGGIN HOOPER (ok, she was not, but that would have been so cool). I wanted to say something, but I was in a daze, listening to my iPod. I wanted to say, “hi, what law school do you go to?” or, “have you ever read the blog, lawschoolfail? I'm the author!” But, being shy around females, I did not say a thing. I just let the train do its thing and wondered why she decided to sit next to me (other than the fact it was the only seat available at the time.) I wondered if she knew that I was a law student. As I looked at her book, she probably thought I was just some “regular joe” who didn't know anything about the law. She was obviously a 1L, reading contracts, and I thought that she would maybe swoon if she knew that I was a big time 3L, soon to be graduating. Soon to be taking the Bar. Soon to be empowered by legal grandeur! I should have jumped up and said, “where are you at in contracts? ...oh, specific performance. Yes, but the courts prefer to give expectation damages. If the contract is breached, and if the contract is for land or for something unique, then perhaps specific performance will be ordered. Would you marry me?”
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| New York trains are full of hotties... |
I was the one to get off the train. I finally got to the point where it was depressing to ride next to her. In fact, I found myself no longer wanting to go to class. So I skipped. Sue me. You see, I could have followed her, like a stalker, only to find that she went to my same law school. Wouldn't that be something? But there were a lot of law schools that the route could have taken us to. Maybe she was coming from St. John's or Touro (which has an LLM in witchcraft law), or maybe she was on her way to NYU, Brooklyn, Cardozo, or NYLS? She could have also been going to Rutgers. Oh man, I wish I would have asked her what school she was going to.
I changed trains, watching her disappear down that tunnel perhaps forever. I only have a mental image of her in my mind. Blond, tall, wearing clothing, no outward deformities, contracts book. I wonder if she is reading this. Actually, I was not really attracted to her now that I think about it.
I changed trains, watching her disappear down that tunnel perhaps forever. I only have a mental image of her in my mind. Blond, tall, wearing clothing, no outward deformities, contracts book. I wonder if she is reading this. Actually, I was not really attracted to her now that I think about it.
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