You see, my weekend trip happened to coincide with the “Psychical Research Society of Kansas City’s 29th Annual Psychic Fair”
The Irrationals are men at work, mainly litigators in a law firm, on whom I develop absolutely unreasonable crushes.
In law school, they teach you how to think like a lawyer. Unfortunately, we females already think like women.
Over breakfast Carson cleared his throat, stammered a bit, and revealed to me that he is divorced. And has a child.
There’s a reason dating a lawyer from your firm is unanimously frowned on by management, mothers, girlfriends, and shrinks.
I actually feel really, really badly for Jessica Simpson. Mainly because she and I have a hell of a lot in common.
This past weekend, I was angling for a posh, Ivy League alum and instead found myself waking up next to a snoring Hoosier.
Was I to believe that the only people desperate enough to spend $1,800 on It’s Just Lunch were the mothers of gay sons and divorced men?
I’m looking for a high-earner with the financial wherewithal to slip a $20,000 ring onto my left hand after a whirlwind courtship
The key to maintaining a lawyer-civilian relationship is to mentally delete all those asocial, annoying tendencies that make us good at our jobs