Project Boyfriend: Another Lawyer Bites the Dust

I don’t know what it is, but I tend to meet a lot of lawyers online. There are so many of them, I figure it has to be a DC thing. Last week, I met another brother who had just graduated from law school and taken the bar. We exchange messages on OK Cupid for about a week before I agree to meet him for drinks in DC. He seems like my type, if I had a type: down to earth, funny, educated, well-rounded and open-minded. Also, he is fine as hell. He shows up to the spot looking like a young college professor in jeans, a striped button-up, loafers and glasses. I’m wearing a short purple wrap dress and my first thought is how good we look together.

We order drinks and fall into easy conversation like old friends. Over the phone, I’d told him it sounded like he had a bit of a southern accent, which he explained to me was actually not from being from the south, but the remnants of a speech impediment. In person, it’s barely noticeable, or maybe I’m just noticing other things more, like how it’s distractingly obvious that he works out on the regular.

We talk about a lot of things. one of them being my birthday and what I like to do to celebrate. My birthday falls on New Year’s Eve, so it’s always an interesting conversation piece.

Everything is going well. I even suggest we go dancing nearby after we finish up a second round of drinks. Then a funny thing happens.

About 20 minutes after our conversation about my birthday, he asks, “so when is your birthday?”

I look at him and laugh. “I just told you, silly.”

He looks at me funny. “No, you didn’t. You never told me when your birthday was.”

Now I don’t know whether he’s being funny or sincere. “Yeah I did, like 20 minutes ago. We had a whole conversation about it, remember?”

He is literally still drawing a blank and telling me that I never mentioned my birthday. It’s not until five minutes later that he remembers our previous conversation and by that time I’m extremely annoyed.

Either he wasn’t listening to me for like a full 15 minutes or he has some type of short term memory issues. I asked him about the latter, so I had no choice but to assume the former.

Which, to me, was a major first date fail. Especially for a lawyer. I sure hope he knows how to take better notes in the courtroom.

Oh, and we didn’t end up going dancing. I had him walk me to my car instead, where he mentioned something about us “doing this again.” I couldn’t help it – I chuckled out loud for a moment before I got into my car and drove off.